[ What she'll see, when she's finally able to open her eyes, is a scene of unimaginable chaos. The black-and-white cultivators are being massacred by the corpses; brilliant red blood streams out of their wounds. Every slain cultivator then rises up, as a corpse, and begins to attack the survivors. Wei Wuxian himself has lost all color. He is entirely black and white himself, except for the eerie red glow in his eyes. He doesn't seem to hear her or notice her stirring, so caught up is he with controlling the corpses—and destroying his own wretched heart.
In the background, amid all the screams and the fighting, Pyra might be able to hear the sounds of a zither playing. Lan Wangji, forgotten, is trying to make his way towards the two of them, but a wall of corpses blocks him. A strum of his zither strings knocks them down, destroying them, but there are always more to take their place. ]
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In the background, amid all the screams and the fighting, Pyra might be able to hear the sounds of a zither playing. Lan Wangji, forgotten, is trying to make his way towards the two of them, but a wall of corpses blocks him. A strum of his zither strings knocks them down, destroying them, but there are always more to take their place. ]