"Gasp!"
Zheng Yuxuan took in a sharp breath, clutching his chest as he felt a pang of weakness strike his body. The smell of the earth and rot assaulted his senses, prompting him to fall back, his hands sinking into mossy dirt. Next to him, a shovel fell to the ground with a soft thud.
Looking around, Zheng Yuxuan quickly identified his surroundings with wide eyes.
"I'm in a cemetery?"
Picking himself up, he inspected the half dug up grave in front of him, recognizing it after a few seconds.
'Not just any cemetery too, the one from a few years ago, where I first met our Harbinger'
Grabbing the shovel and placing a palm against his chest, Zheng Yuxuan frowned at the sight of his weakened star core. What was once a brilliant yellow star core with thirty two points, now it possessed only four.
'I've become a Withering again. I guess everyone else is also experiencing a moment of their past'
