[It's difficult to comprehend the words without feeling like he's going crazy. Crazier. The girl isn't a Wen or a cultivator, but she's trying to kill him. That much at least affirms the resentful spirits still whispering into his ears.
The second attack (it's a heart, he very dimly processes, like an actual heart shaped attack) heads towards him and anger swirls in his gut, spreading into his chest and lungs and making his vision go red. He stumbles out of the way and whistles for the closest corpse—the one that had taken Wen Chao's life—to rise again and come to his aid.
Enemy. Whoever she is, she's an enemy.
Kill her.
Make her suffer.
End her.
He clutches at his head and wills the voices to shut up for five fucking minutes so he can try to figure out what's happening.]
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The second attack (it's a heart, he very dimly processes, like an actual heart shaped attack) heads towards him and anger swirls in his gut, spreading into his chest and lungs and making his vision go red. He stumbles out of the way and whistles for the closest corpse—the one that had taken Wen Chao's life—to rise again and come to his aid.
Enemy. Whoever she is, she's an enemy.
Kill her.
Make her suffer.
End her.
He clutches at his head and wills the voices to shut up for five fucking minutes so he can try to figure out what's happening.]