When Xinyuan returned to his senses, he found himself standing at the center of a storm of his own making.
Dark mist roared around him. The earth beneath his feet had been completely shattered, with jagged fissures stretching endlessly in every direction.
His crimson eyes slowly lifted. He was no longer inside the underground laboratory.
Above him hung a massive rift that tore across the heavens. It stretched wider and wider, exposing an endless abyss of darkness that looked eerily similar to his own mindscape.
The rift wasn't simply open. It was waiting... waiting to devour the world.
Xinyuan's expression remained frighteningly calm. His sharpened senses picked up the distant hum of engines of airships and jets circling far away, refusing to approach.
He let out a slow breath as relief settled quietly inside him. Wenzhi was alive. Their bond had returned, and that unbearable emptiness was finally gone.
