CHAPTER 255: Overwriting
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In the demonic continent, within a forest entirely populated by the remains of withered trees and rotting logs, a figure no taller than 180 centimeters wandered aimlessly.
The being had no truly distinctive features, apart from being entirely shrouded in a black mist.
If someone were to see it, they wouldn't think it was something material, and its sinister appearance would cause any normal person to either flee without looking back or faint on the spot in sheer terror.
This entity, which seemed to stagger forward in a single direction without any apparent goal or destination, suddenly stopped.
It froze in place, standing like a statue for several seconds.
Its head, which lacked a nose or any mouth and displayed only two white circles where eyes might be, began to tremble. The head jerked violently toward one direction, then to another, and then yet another, as though scanning its surroundings.
