บท 1212: Stealing Souls

Above a Central Continent which was the highest stage a Continent could achieve in the lower realms, after they succeeded in defeating numerous Calamity Incursions, a boy made from white flame hovered, from his heart emerged tiny strands of golden tendrils a million times smaller than a spider's thread and numbered in the billions.

From these threads could be heard the sounds of whispers as if from the mouth of an uncountable number of people, and from the way his eyes were moving in their sockets, he was not just hearing all these people, but also watching every single one of them.

Beside him was a map made from white flames that was constantly being updated in real-time, and then he unexpectedly closed his eyes as a message came to his mind,

"Return to me Lost."

The Lost Flames nodded, even if there was no need to do so and he spoke into the winds, his voice dispersing into millions of streams,