The darkness around Li Chen was suffocating. It was a void, an abyss that stretched endlessly in all directions, with no sign of light, no hope of escape. The visions that had plagued him for what felt like an eternity—the floods, the monsters, the chaos—had disappeared, leaving behind an oppressive silence. He stood there, breathing heavily, trying to make sense of the nightmare he had just witnessed.
Then, without warning, everything went dark.
The swirling images of death and destruction vanished, leaving him in absolute nothingness. For a moment, he felt truly alone, abandoned in a world without time or space. His heart pounded in his chest, the sense of helplessness clawing at him. His mind raced, searching for a way out, any sign that this wasn't the end.
And then, he felt it. A tap on his shoulder.
