What's stuck in the throat is not dirt, but the salty smell of rust and despair.
Chen Xiaoyu - no, now he is more like Jin who has been spit out by the world - coughing so heartbreakingly that his lungs are about to be vomited out. When I opened my eyes, the ceiling above me was not a leaky rental house, but a piece of suffocating, solidified lead dust.
And, a biting ice that occupies less than half of the sky——
Big blue moon.
Its light, dead and ruthless, coated the twisted steel cemetery beneath its feet with a layer of frosty blue. The air was as dry and cold as sandpaper, scratching the throat, carrying rust, burntness, and a deeper bitterness that was the end of the corruption of all things.
"Fuck... Are you really wearing it?" He whispered hoarsely, his voice trembling. He habitually touches the hard scab on the back of his head that never goes away - it's like his "bad" registered trademark.
Before his fingertips even touched, his movements suddenly froze.
In the crevice of the ruins less than half a foot in front of him, an evil light that was definitely not blue light was pulsing.
A fist-sized crystal that seemed to be torn from pure darkness and deep purple was embedded deeply in the wreckage. With every pulse, the black-purple halo beats, expands, and contracts like the heart of a living creature! Every pulse roughly pushed away the surrounding blue light, forming a dark realm that was constantly shrinking and expanding.
The air was thick and sweet, with a rotten sweetness.
Jhin's eyes were involuntarily attracted to the vortex inside the crystal - it was like an eye of the abyss. Cold, deep, and with pure malice, it stared at him across space, mocking his small, ignorant terror.
