"Gods, am I going to die?" Huai Shi opened his eyes from the severe pain, gasping violently. He felt an indescribable thirst and agony, as if his Stigma would shatter, his Source Substance depleted, and his vision grew dark. Then, a semi-transparent shadow drifted by his side.
It was like a shadow condensed from ashes, a pair of dimly glowing eyes staring silently at him, expressionless, nearly causing Huai Shi to jump up from the ground in fright. If only he could have jumped.
Soon, the gray shadow dissipated, morphing into the stiff face of Red Gloves, which made Huai Shi gasp for a while before he started choking violently.
"How did you turn into that ghostly appearance?"
"What appearance?" Red Gloves looked at him, puzzled. "I haven't changed at all."
"Bullshit, you obviously..."
