The foul wind of the Return to Void Sea Eye seemed to freeze for a fraction of a second. Chen Mo knelt on one knee upon the freezing black reef, his heavy breathing tearing at his burning throat. Every inhalation was thick with the heavy stench of rust and blood. Sweat, mixed with the un-dried blood oozing from his facial orifices, traced grim trails down his skin, dripping into the sticky sludge at his feet and blooming into small, dark red ripples.
His body felt like a torn sack that had been hollowed out and clumsily restuffed. Every bone groaned, and the deep, throbbing pain beneath his ribs gnawed at him like a maggot in the bone, twitching with every heartbeat. In his Sea of Consciousness, the aftermath of that devastating storm still echoed, leaving behind a ruin of piercing pain and exhaustion.
Yet deep within his left eye lay an unprecedented clarity.
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