"I hate you."
Qilan never thought those three words would ever escape her lips. They carried a lingering bitterness filled with resentment.
Her silver hair danced in the wind, glimmering beneath the vibrant sky. The once gentle light that filled her eyes had turned cold, reflecting the man before her.
Ji Luo smirked, his golden Power Core pulsed faintly at his throat. "You know you don't mean that." He said.
The air around them rippled with qi, silver and gold intertwining, and the soul thread moved between them, binding their lives together.
Ji Luo pulled his sword with tears filling his eyes.
As the tread tightened, Qilan's silver Power Core began to glow, but instead of resisting, she turned her blade on herself, piercing through her chest.
"If dying is the only way to stop you from becoming someone monstrous … then so be it!"
She ripped the blade out, and their bodies exploded into a burst of light. Their souls scattered into many pieces.
The backlash of the broken Soul Thread was a merciless fate.
The fragments of their souls drifted with the wind, sweeping across the hollow sky, fading into silence.