York dragged the corpse, slowly advancing under the pitch-black night sky. The ruins gradually came into view—a portion of Gray Stone Town destroyed in the disaster, lacking any value for reconstruction, like scars resting within the shadow of the old town.
After Gray Stone Town restored order, the townspeople treated this place as a cemetery. Many deceased were buried here… even York himself had been buried here once.
Grabbing a shovel, York dug into the hardened soil, his body swinging vigorously. The freshly healed wounds tore open again, but soon, the blood solidified into scabs, healing, then peeling off.
The pain and weakness brought by Bloodthirsty Syndrome were gradually fading away. As consciousness slowly cleared, numerous lingering hallucinations spontaneously emerged before York's eyes.
