Chapter 1863 She Forgot

On the River of Forgetfulness, reality felt as insubstantial as a blurry dream. Wynter, her eyes shut, seemed to have lost all sense of reality. Her bleeding fingers offered a feast to the evil spirits. As they invaded her unconscious mind, she felt herself being drawn back to that moment in time. Alone in the deep shadows, she stumbled forward without a path, with only the weight of her loneliness pressing in. Faint whispers slithered into her ears, soft and coaxing. "Come with us… Why are you still resisting? Your mentor and peers are dead. They were good people, just like you, but look where it led. None of you found peace. Yet, the children of evil thrive. They were reincarnated as officials or promoted to power. Nobody cares about the justice you seek. "If you join us, we'll tell you who they are now. Your merits can free us from this hell. And once we reach the surface, you'll be the one to decide their fate." Another voice coaxed, "That's right. Those people don't deserve t