In the boundless darkness, Sang Luo had no idea where she was. She walked aimlessly for a long, long time, but couldn't find even a sliver of light.
A panic like she was drowning seized her heart. Sang Luo's heartbeat grew more rapid and forceful. She tried to use her Talent Ability, but found she couldn't.
After being there for who knew how long, Sang Luo slowly began to suspect she was dreaming, and her mood paradoxically calmed.
She kicked something large, hard, and cool, like a stone. Tired from walking, she leaned against it to rest.
WHOOSH—
WHOOSH WHOOSH—
'Where is that sound of wind coming from?'
The deep, whistling wind grew closer, whipping Sang Luo's hair and clothes about.
It felt as if a scrutinizing gaze was fixed upon her.
The hairs on Sang Luo's arms stood on end!
