Swish—swish—
In a gray-white stone chamber, modified from a natural cave.
Silence enveloped the space, save for the sound of water rippling in the pool.
Beside the deep pond, a figure lay unconscious.
After an unknowable length of time, his eyelashes fluttered, and he slowly opened his eyes.
Whoosh!
The next second, Colin immediately sprang to his feet, standing upright.
His gaze was fixed on the shattered pyramid-shaped structure not far away.
As he moved, the blood scabs on his body fell off like catkins in the wind.
'What is this?'
Caught off guard by the abnormality, a wave of alarm surged through him as he quickly checked his arms.
However, he found nothing unusual—only smooth, even skin met his eyes.
But Colin's heart did not ease, instead a shadow fell over it.
Suddenly, looking at the falling blood scabs, he seemed to realize something.
He took out a dart and aimed it at his arm. After hesitating for a moment, he slashed forcefully.
