《The Ballad Of Deluging Obliteration》｛忘沉赋｝

01 Snow Grounds

"Jing Xun!"

"Someone pull him back!"

The voices that called out to him had vanished into the surroundings. He couldn't regain any memories of anything, those voices that he heard were conceivably calling out to him he thought. He felt his body collapsing into a thin layer of something before the coldness had crawled all over him, causing his body to ache intensely. Before he could think anything, his body was smashed against something hard and cold.

Jing Xun.

The name sounded familiar, many visions scurried to his head when he saw the faces of unknown people addressing him by that.

"Was that my name?" He thought.

He didn't know.

All he felt was the chilling ground he laid on. With no intentions of what had even happened, his eyes slowly peeled open. There was white snow covering over the grounds he lay on, there was nothing to be seen beside the wind that blew the snow in any direction possible. The color white was the only thing before his eyes that he could observe. He reached out his hands while looking at himself, noticing that he wore a thin white garment. It was only then when he realized the bloody wounds scattered over his own body. The streaks of blood trailed down his arms and legs, staining the pure pearl white clothes on him. The coldness seemed to have lessened the pain, numbing him as he felt the harsh wind slamming against his aching body.

Then again he heard those voices calling for him, repeating the same name that felt like it was smashing against his head.

Jing Xun, he felt closely related to the name, but could not remember anything else. His eyes were blankly staring at the environment around while he tried to think back on what happened. The only things he could possibly remember was how he had crashed into something massive before falling to the snow land.

He didn't know where he was at, why he was there, and most importantly, who he even was.

The coldness of the icy snow had tingled every sense in him. The inhospitable place he found himself in was only snow to be seen, with nothing in sight whatsoever. His entire body touched the cold ground that filled with snow, the frost seemed to pierce through his skin.

He attempted to think back on what happened before he ended up there. But the more he tried to think back, the more severe his brain was hurting.

His hands were touching the white snow as he sat up from the lying position. He examined his arms closely, only to see the same pale slender arms that were covered in wounds. Some of the blood had already dried into his sleeves, causing the cloth to stick to the bloody flesh.

He hurriedly rose from the ground, rubbing his eyes while he took a few steps to his front while covering the wind that blew onto his face with the sleeves over his arms. The wind had guided his hair to flail helplessly in the air with the snow making it nearly impossible to see anything.

The two words Jing Xun echoed in his mind as he halted, gripping onto his head when suddenly, a gust of wind flew over, causing the snow to blow all over him. The frosty particle stung the aching wounds on his arms while he tipped over, constantly holding his head when there was a glow of light that appeared before him. He sat unknowingly in the ground and when the light appeared stronger. It seemed to approach him in a slow manner.

"This was different", he thought, there was something besides wind and snow for once.

With his hand covering the light from blinding him, the light gradually faded.

He let his hands down slowly while opening his eyes to locate what thing was even there.

There was another figure standing before him, another...alive person.