Drip, drip, drip.

Gentle water droplets fall upon the night-touring green lantern's pale face. It's dark, it's muddy and it feels of death in this desolate cave. To the left of Qi Rong is the body of a young man and to the right is a pile of bones.

His eyes shoot upon and soon enough, he's sitting straight for the first time in a hundred years. Dark green robes shroud his body, an uncomfortable amount of makeup and an even more uncomfortable amount of jewellery cover the ghost king.

"Wh..." He gasps, checking his body for any sign of injury and sighing once he realises that he's yet to die a second time.