The clouds shimmered with light, the vast sky was clear, and the faint afterglow of the sun dispelled the intangible shroud of night. On the city wall above, the sky was faintly bright, revealing a tint of fish belly white.
The North Tower stood tall and cool, not directly kissed by sunlight. Although the light inside was a bit bright, it wasn't glaring or scorching to the eyes.
Baili An slowly opened his eyes, his dreamy consciousness gradually beginning to return.
The awakening of a demon from slumber felt entirely different from an ordinary person's awakening from a morning dream.
The corpse demon is a cold dark creature, and waking up in the long night, seeking food is instinct.
To sleep is to fall into captivity. For a corpse demon, slumber means having the flesh as a cage, imprisoning the soul in long silence.
Thus, when waking from slumber, the soul and the deceased body don't easily blend or control each other.
