She continued staggering through the passage and stopped in front of a wall, but how could she possibly pass through it? She wasn't some ethereal spirit or supernatural being with such abilities.
It was the power of the force that kept her conscious. Given her weakness, she should have passed out long ago. She hadn't even managed to eat anything before going to sleep yesterday.
How could a fragile human endure such excruciating pain, the kind that could even incapacitate a supernatural being?
With trembling hands, she fixed her gaze on a peculiar spot on the wall. It was as if an invisible force beckoned her to touch it. Acting on instinct, she placed her hands on the spot and watched as the wall split open before her eyes, ¹¹ an entrance akin to an elevator door.
Her lack of surprise stemmed from her detached state of mind. She felt like a walking corpse, far from being in her right senses.
