In the heart of the corrupted core room, Yan Jin sprinted deeper into the darkness, the echo of his footsteps swallowed by the oppressive silence. Behind him, Bloodwitch Fu and her twisted subordinates pursued relentlessly, their forms barely visible in the swirling mist of corruption.
"Old witch, why are you chasing after me?" Yan Jin called over his shoulder, not daring to slow down. His voice was edged with frustration and the faintest hint of amusement. "I already gave the box away."
Bloodwitch Fu's eyes burned with suspicion, glowing a sinister red in the shadows. "I don't believe for one second that you would share the stem cell," she hissed, her voice dripping with venom. "I know it's still with you—give it back!"
