Torrential rain lashed against the reinforced concrete building, sounding like countless steel marbles pelting the floor with a rapid patter.
Chu Zihang lay flat on his back on the rooftop of the Clock Tower, countless raindrops falling from the sky gradually converging into a single point at the center of his pupils. His gaze grew increasingly unfocused.
Beneath him lay a patch of scorched black, the hard concrete floor cracked like a spiderweb. A deep sense of powerlessness surged through his entire body and every bone in his limbs. His consciousness was fading away, and his Golden Eyes—hailed as eternal and never-extinguishing—finally grew dim.
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