He took a deep breath, and his finger fell—
The instant he touched it, the world shattered.
Darkness surged like a tide, tearing the view into countless fragments.
Lin Xian saw a bullet spinning through a skull.
He wasn't just watching but became the bullet itself; the metal shell grinding against flesh, crushing bones, the feeling of brain matter boiling from the heat transmitted clearly to his nerve endings. The moment the bullet tore through, it was as if he personally tasted the flavor of death.
"Bang."
The gunshot exploded deep within his consciousness, echoing incessantly from afar to near.
The darkness began to collapse, space twisted like crumpled paper in the hands of an invisible force, Lin Xian felt himself elongated into countless fine threads, every nerve soaked in icy nothingness.
