Zopyra — XVIII

Quietly, he repeated, as if to convince himself. "It could have been us… But you backstabbed me."

Hearing the quiet, the broken, the scared whisper, Long ZhenHai froze. Though he was unable to see what exactly was going on beyond the fiery wall, he could sense the shift in the ten-tailed fox mood.

Suddenly, however, the fallen fox deity snapped out of his depressive episode and sneered, spitting on the corpse's face, he bared his fangs.

"Who am I lying to?" He whispered, but his voice quickly rose to a scream, a thick, trembling and wet scream. "Who am I lying to?! Everything we had was built on lies. Hahahahaha—" he broke down, sobbing, eyes welling with tears as he wept.

Angrily, he slashed his hand at the corpse and right then and there, the burnt cadaver turned to dust, blackened, gravely dust without even a single bone left intact.