Wuhan's heart sank deeper with every word Noah spoke. His mind struggled to process the scene before him, the dungeon's dim light casting haunting shadows on Song Liu's chained figure. He could feel the anger boiling inside him, but he tried to keep his composure.
"Why? Why is she chained?" Wuhan's voice trembled with a mix of rage and despair. He started to feel suffocated like his chest was no longer wide enough to hold his heart.
Noah took a deep breath, steadying himself before continuing. "When we reached the place, everyone else was unconscious, starting the initial stages of the curse, just as expected. But Song Liu... she was awake, meaning she was already past those stages."
Wuhan's aura started to wane away under the burden of the cold hard truth. With a look of disbelief, Wuhan turned around and glanced at Song Liu, who was still looking at Noah, her eyes filled with uncertainty and wariness.