In his first attempt, Xuán Líng pushed his mortal body beyond logical limits.
Silence enveloped everything around him.
He succeeded.
Then… the effects appeared.
A village hunter who had helped him stared in confusion.
"Sorry… who are you?"
Xuán Líng fell silent.
He wrote his name on the ground.
The writing faded.
He carved it into wood.
The carving cracked.
Xuán Líng finally understood.
The world was beginning to forget him.