Bruce wrinkled his nose as if to cover the pungent odor emanating from the charred corpse. With a gentle press of his fingertips, he shattered the small crimson orb floating above the corpse. The sphere was like water being broken, instantly shattering into countless points of light, as if with some supernatural warmth, slowly surging into his eyes.
A new obsession surged into his heart:
“Let Selene stop sinking into the wind and can walk happily through this life.”
“Selene?” asked Bruce, raising his eyebrows slightly. It seemed surprising that the corpse's obsession was to pray for someone else.
And not hate, or revenge.
He couldn't help but feel a tinge of helplessness flooding through him. There was no way to start this kind of obsession. He also wanted to live out this life prope
