Because her soul was linked to Tian Lei's, his crippled state meant she had no access to the external world's Qi. Yet still, she had pushed forward—driven by guilt, by sorrow, and by a desperate need to protect the one she'd once merely meant to guide.
If I had warned him...If I hadn't watched silently... she might still be alive.
She hated herself for that.
"I'm sorry, Tian Lei."
Her voice was faint now, like a whisper lost in the wind.
"I've done all I can. That last jump nearly... shattered me."
Her form shimmered once—
—and then faded back into his Sea of Consciousness.
Tian Lei, breathing hard, slowly sat up in the soft grass of a foreign land.
He reached inward, toward his soul domain.
There—floating like a wounded moon—Muring Yue curled into herself, her spirit fractured and dim. Soul lines cracked. Her eyes barely opened when he entered.
He didn't speak.
He simply raised his hand, his gaze solemn.
