Betrayal's Sting

Zhan Sheng clutched the turtle tightly in his hands and cautiously stepped into the mysterious bamboo house. It was very small with only a bed and a small table inside, the ground was covered in dirt and sand, making the house look unkempt. Then the door closed with a resounding slam, and a deafening voice echoed through the room, jolting him to his core. "Why have you entered my house?"

Zhan Sheng spun around, searching for the source of the voice, but it seemed to emanate from everywhere and nowhere at once. His heart raced as the oppressive aura intensified, causing him to lose his grip on the turtle. The turtle fell to the ground and was forgotten in the face of the overwhelming presence. Sinister tendrils of black mist coiled around him, their icy touch sending shivers down his spine, constricting his movements and sapping his strength. What's happening to me?