The sky was already devoid of players; they were fleeing at full tilt toward the edge of Qiongdi.
No one could stop Xiber anymore.
She raised her arms and sang aloud, like a steed galloping across the prairie, like an eagle sweeping through the forest. She sang out, the bright red lines all over her body twisting and spreading, her tendrils extending like limbs.
In the murky world, her floating white hair was the only splash of brightness.
Through layers of darkness and viscous substances, Su Ming'an, sluggish in thought, could barely see the blood mist in his vision, glimpsing the profound sorrow in the depths of her eyes.
"Xiber," he called out, his voice broken and intermittent.
[Black lamb, hurry, jump~]
She sang with feeling, her voice ringing loud over the endlessly spreading tendrils, exceptionally clear over the land filled with wails and cries for help.
"...Xiber," he called out again.