I forced myself to stay awake, though my body felt drained of all strength, every single muscle screaming with exhaustion.
Even so, my thoughts were guided by an invisible hand, drifting involuntarily toward Mùróng Zhuó in the prison.
That terrifying scene played out in my mind unbidden: a dark, damp cell with walls covered in moss, sewage flowing across the floor, and swarms of giant rats darting back and forth in the corners.
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