DarkAngel_

In the midst of the void, the place where everything and nothing coexist, he sleeps. Like shining spheres, entire multiverses glow around him, all nothing more than grains of sand in the presence of the one who observes everything. After a creaking sound reaches his mind, his eyes, which have been closed from the beginning, open. Before you, the script means nothing, for regardless of what the one who writes the story desires, destruction is all he craves.



Five weekly chapters: Monday, Wednesday, Friday, and two on Sunday.

For a while, I posted only one chapter a week because I ran into a small issue with the 'language'/'naming' of some creatures in the recent chapters. I wasn’t sure which language to use for their names—and I even considered creating a simple one specifically for that purpose. I gave it a try, but I didn’t like the outcome and eventually gave up.

Well, I hope you enjoy what you're about to read.

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Echoes of Hollow

Mei Ling woke up, trembling and in pain. But something was different—better, her mind was finally clear, unlike the surroundings. 


"Hello...?" she called out, apprehensive. 


Feeling her way around, she got up. Moving away from the bed, she fell onto something that looked like a small desk. Hesitantly, she walked while leaning on the cold walls. 


"...Is anyone there...? Zhang Hua? Liu Jia...?" 


She was in a hospital—this is what she remembered and was sure of. But to show up in such a dark, lonely place: "...a dungeon...?!" she wondered, frightened. 


Swallowing hard, one last name came to her mind: "...Yang Kai...?" 


With no response, she continued walking, uncertain of her own decision. Was continuing really the right choice? Was leaving the best decision? Leaving... leaving for where? From where? And more importantly, from where? The indecipherable whispers emerging from the darkness seemed capable of dispelling her doubts. 


Chapter 109