With his back to the headless corpse, Chen Chuan slowly straightened. He flicked his wrist, bringing his Long Blade to a halt. Above, the violently swaying chandelier gradually settled, and the light in the room, which had been flickering erratically, grew soft and steady once more.
He walked across the creaking floorboards to retrieve his Sword Scabbard and slid the Long Blade inside. But just then, he heard a furious tearing sound from behind him.
He glanced over his shoulder and saw the headless body, which had been standing upright, suddenly burst open with wounds, skin and flesh peeling back. The sounds of chewing and low, gurgling hisses filled the air.
Yet, there was nothing to be seen, as if the perpetrator were an invisible entity.
