She fired at Fu Tailan—
Bullet after bullet burst through her eyeballs, blasting out from their sockets and shooting into the endless darkness.
Huh?
What was happening?
Was she going to die again?
The thought of her last death—surrounded by countless residents, crawling forward endlessly—flashed through Brianna's mind.
Then, they all materialized.
So many residents, laughing shrilly, weeping bitterly, wailing countless names as they burst from the crown of her head and the back of her skull. They swam, walked, stumbled, and rustled as they crawled away, vanishing into the darkness with the bullets.
'Don't go,' Brianna cried. 'Don't leave me alone.'
A resident with Morando's face glanced back at her as if scalded by her ugliness—it turned and fled with a look of disgust. Its arms and legs flailed high and erratically in the air, like four ribbons, before disappearing in the blink of an eye.
