The Shackles of Pain, All that remains is Darkness [1]

Huh?

Zhao Tian's vision wavered as his mind struggled to fully grasp the reality of what had just occurred before him.

Time seemed to slow as his gaze remained fixed on the severed head that now rested upon the bloodstained stone.

Yao Jing's remaining eye, once filled with warmth, was now dull... lifeless.

The faintest trace of a tear clung to her lashes, trailing down her cheek, mingled with the blood that had splattered across her delicate features.

Her dark hair, tangled and damp with sweat and blood, framed her face in a way that made it almost look as if she were merely asleep.

A numbing sensation spread through Zhao Tian's chest... an emptiness that he had never known before.

His breath shuddered, as if his lungs had forgotten how to function.

The iron chains that held him in place bit into his flesh, but the pain they inflicted was nothing compared to the anguish that tore through his soul.