Song Ciwan locked eyes with a pair of beastly eyes weeping tears of blood.
The gray mist churned, but the massive figure within was slightly hunched. Though filled with boundless resentment and possessing an unnatural Undying Body, he seemed like nothing more than a lost lamb, unable to find its way forward or back.
Beyond hatred, he was also filled with desolate terror.
Song Ciwan's voice took on a firm strength, like the deep current of a quiet river. She said, "Because your hatred is muddled with confusion, while hers had a clear target."
"She knew who her enemies were, so she killed them all. She also hated herself, so she killed herself as well."
"With death, all troubles end and all grievances are settled. There was nothing left for her to cling to here, so why would she linger as a wraith? If anything, she wished she would never have to see you again, not in this life or any other!"
