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[Pain.
That was all he remembered at first.
He had felt quick and shattering pain, and then just as quickly-- Nothing.
No time to feel sad, no time to feel scared, no time to even give one last hopeful glance goodbye.
It went dark before he could see Guangyao escape, his last vision nothing but the menacing look of Nie Mingjue's fierce corpse so close to him.
So it was surreal when he opened his eyes. He could see the temple ground where they all stood at one point, now barely ruins of what it once was. It looked so lonely, so dead. And him?
Su She looked down at his pale hands, stunned but not surprised. Not being born into the cultivation world like most prominent families, he never got to have the purifying technique placed upon him. Perhaps this was all he would have ever eventually amounted to.
His white robes were translucent as he stared vacantly, hauntingly, from the demolished walls of what used to be the Guanyin temple in Yunping.
Now, he was nothing more than the ghost of someone long forgotten. Searching. Unsure. And unable to leave the place he still felt so attached to, but still hoping to one day get closure.]
That was all he remembered at first.
He had felt quick and shattering pain, and then just as quickly-- Nothing.
No time to feel sad, no time to feel scared, no time to even give one last hopeful glance goodbye.
It went dark before he could see Guangyao escape, his last vision nothing but the menacing look of Nie Mingjue's fierce corpse so close to him.
So it was surreal when he opened his eyes. He could see the temple ground where they all stood at one point, now barely ruins of what it once was. It looked so lonely, so dead. And him?
Su She looked down at his pale hands, stunned but not surprised. Not being born into the cultivation world like most prominent families, he never got to have the purifying technique placed upon him. Perhaps this was all he would have ever eventually amounted to.
His white robes were translucent as he stared vacantly, hauntingly, from the demolished walls of what used to be the Guanyin temple in Yunping.
Now, he was nothing more than the ghost of someone long forgotten. Searching. Unsure. And unable to leave the place he still felt so attached to, but still hoping to one day get closure.]