Chapter 56 Shadow Whisperer

Each time one breaks free from the cold imprint of the eternal night corridor, reality appears increasingly pale and fragile, like a thin layer of paper that could be soaked through by darkness at any moment. Ethan lay on the hospital bed, his body enveloped by the heaviness of drug residue and the cold, heterogeneous sensation deep in his soul. The excruciating pain from the wound on his palm was still vivid, but the cold, deep purple star-shaped imprint that stubbornly seeped through the gauze was like a nail from another world embedded in his soul, constantly reminding him of the depth of his descent.