The withdrawal of the red light lasted for a very long time, until the killing intent of this land gradually dispersed. It was also covered by miasma, but Alex knew that having lost its most fundamental existence, sooner or later, there would come a day when this place would become an existence just like the hillsides, the fields, or the forests.
This was mostly thanks to Elias.
The stiff, dry skeletons gradually returned to normal. The dark red threads wrapping around the bones and broken souls also turned into points of light drifting toward Elias. The twisted, transparent faces pasted on the skulls also gradually revealed peaceful expressions. The layer of crimson mist covering them began to fade, revealing their white nature, no longer terrifying, but carrying the silence of liberation.
Alex heard someone singing, from afar approaching near; it was a folk song from an ancient era, heroic and magnificent, hiding the joy of victory and the prospect of returning home.
