Daoist Soul Reaper could not move. Not his arms. Not his fingers. Not even his eyelids properly. A horrifying realization slowly surfaced within his mind.
His entire body had been sealed. No… Not merely sealed. Suppressed on a level beyond his understanding.
"What is this?!" He tried to shout. But no sound came out. His lips would not move. Even his divine sense felt chained down into a tiny, suffocating prison.
Panic began rising rapidly within him. Daoist Soul Reaper immediately examined his surroundings.
He found himself inside a private chamber filled with rows of beds covered in white cloth. The air was cold.
A strange medicinal smell mixed together with the faint scent of death lingered heavily throughout the room.
Dim lights flickered weakly overhead, causing long eerie shadows to stretch across the walls.
Everything was silent to an uncomfortable degree. Even Daoist Soul Reaper's own breathing sounded unnaturally loud within the chamber.
