The Ruin Domain descended, and the Prison Ruins opened. While everyone else risked their lives guessing the rules, Shen Yan could see the threads of fate leading to death. Black threads wrapped around someone meant disaster, while a way out was hidden among the gray threads.
He thought it was a heaven-defying golden finger. But every time he used his Eye of Fate, another thin strand of gray-white appeared at the nape of his neck.
Whenever the bronze key in his pocket grew hot, he would hear an old voice echo in his mind: “Once you can see the threads, you'll be able to find me.”
And those white-robed monsters looked at him in a way that was completely different from how they looked at everyone else.
Everyone said there was no way out of this death trap. But he was determined to carve a path to survival from among its countless deadly dangers.
