As Xiao pulled his spear out from flesh of a Monster his mind blurred. His breathing got more laboured and he stumbled back, he had pushed himself to far this time. The air got thicker with the stench of blood and decay. Xiao couldn’t hold himself together anymore. He collapsed down to the ground, his jade spear falling from his grasp. The heavy toll of the karmic depth were visible in the dark aura swirling around him. Slowly tormenting him

all the pain he felt, that clawed on him, pulling him deeper into the darkness. Just as his eyes was about to fall he felt his heart skip a beat by the sound from a familiar voice. His eyes widening and he tried to turn his face to towards the voice, but he couldn’t move

“Xiao!”