Black Glasses looked at the steam rising from the pot, his thoughts seeming to drift away with the ethereal mist.
With injured eyes and carrying a strange spiritual power, he had walked into the inner depths of Beast Mountain, covered in dust and sand. Having lost everything, he felt despair once more. Staggering, he was stopped outside the sea of flowers, lacking even the strength to stand straight. He had cast aside all his pride, his back bent.
Kneeling on the ground, he tugged off the pitch-black, irregular stone hanging from a leather cord around his neck, and used what little strength he had left to speak.
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