The main tomb chamber was engulfed in black mist, eerily silent.
Master Zheng slowly lowered his head, staring at the gray arm protruding from his chest, his eyes filled with confusion and bitterness.
The ancient texts clearly recorded that by obtaining the Eye of the Reaper, infusing it with one's own blood, and reciting a specific incantation to activate an ancient ritual, one could resurrect the person held dear in their heart.
But why had it turned out like this?
"Why… why is this happening?"
The gray arm slowly withdrew from Master Zheng's chest, taking all his blood with it. His body shriveled at a speed visible to the naked eye as his life force rapidly faded.
Within the black mist behind him, a tall silhouette flickered in and out of view.
That same hoarse voice echoed from the mist, "Because you are too foolish, and because your obsession with resurrecting your wife and son is too deep."
