As soon as Kuongsang heard the emperor's wailing from his daughter's chamber, he knew something had gone terribly wrong. He'd already ordered for so many lives to be ended that evening, if the ritual had really failed, he— His death was painful and messy, but he wanted to feel that pain as the guilt boiled in his belly. He wanted it to hurt. To sting. When Kuongsang awoke beside the other Celestials, he'd already accepted his fate. He would experience his own death a thousand times; he would remain there until another soul proved just as desperate.