All through the night, Qian Cangyi was caught between sleep and wakefulness.
Each time he turned over, it seemed like another bizarre dream unfolded, where strange plot points frequently emerged, and a particular fear sent shivers down his spine.
Countless attempts to escape could not alter the outcome of death.
Even, the purpose of escaping seemed to be to obtain death.
Within the cave walls, Qian Cangyi wasn't the only person tossing and turning; the other three members from Hell's Return were doing the same.
Suddenly, Qian Cangyi's eyes snapped open.
He took two deep breaths, just now; he had dreamed he stood on a high platform that was suspended in mid-air, below it an endless black abyss.
At first, the platform was solid enough to walk on for a few steps.
But for some reason, the platform began to shrink, the area that could originally fit several people blinked into a space just big enough for one, and even more terrifying was that the shrinking didn't stop.
