Yin Yue, still unable to see the blood or the statues, whispered louder, her own voice laced with concern. [Wang Xiao, what do you see?]
As the reflections in the pool intensified, Wang Xiao's actions became more erratic, more desperate.
With a sudden, harrowing resolve, he reached up to his own face, his fingers trembling.
Squish... squish...
In a horrific moment, he gouged out his own eyes, the blood from his wounds mingling with the crimson pool at his feet.
Yin Yue screamed, her voice a mix of horror and disbelief, as she wanted to stop him. [Wang Xiao! What are you doing?!]
But Wang Xiao was beyond her reach, his consciousness submerged in a vision that transcended the reality.
He staggered forward, holding his eyes in his outstretched hands as if offering them to the angel statue spouting the mysterious water.
His face was a mask of serene agony, his actions dictated by a force unseen.