Chapter 384: 'Su Rin, You Died So Miserably 2.0

[Instance Activation Day 9·Morning 8:00]

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[To be hailed as heroes, the valiant and fearless Soul Hunters, in their eyes, were merely pawns that incited hatred, a fuse of endless struggle, and the sharpest swords in their clutch.]

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In the large white conference room, people sat on rows of benches.

They bowed their heads, expressions mournful, with white cloth draped over their shoulders.

A local plant from Pulaya, called Miracle Grass, was bundled and held in their hands.

Miracle Grass signified demise and eternity, used only on one particular occasion.

The wind and snow outside slapped against the paper windows, making the room inside seem exceptionally cold.

An old man with a solemn expression and white hair stood on the stage, leaning on his cane.

At his side sat ministers wearing white and holding Miracle Grass. Even the usually brightly dressed Duoya had tied her hair back, without a touch of makeup, clad in a pure white gown.