The wind howled.
After leaving Sique's dreamscape, under the descending red sun, Su Ming'an sat atop the High Tower.
A blank book lay open on his knees.
His fingertips brushed over the ivory white pages, and for a moment, he thought he was still submerged in a dream. But he knew he was in reality.
...
[Squad player "Yi Song" has died.]
[Squad remaining: 8/15]
...
[Squad player "Shiyi" has died.]
[Squad remaining: 7/15]
...
[Squad player "Bei Wang" has died.]
[Squad remaining: 6/15]
...
The crimson sunlight fell upon his shoulders and back, like burning flames.
The next moment, he suddenly leaned forward, like a burning Flying Bird, leaping off the High Tower. His hair fluttered in the air, resembling sparks.
The rough wind scraped his skin, the scorching wind boiled his blood. Amid the silence around him, he recalled the last conversation with Sique.
...
["Sique, how should I 'record' them?"]
