How much longer can I hold on? Or is it... already over, and I've gone too far, unable to return?
He looked blankly at the flickering beacon on the horizon behind him, instinctively turning and taking a step.
Poof—
A blood-red spear stuck upside down in the desert, Wang Yunxiao barely maintained his last bit of consciousness, tore open his uniform, and tied his hand tightly to the spear shaft with a strip of cloth.
Then he sat down heavily.
It wasn't that he couldn't keep moving forward, but he could no longer ensure his consciousness would remain clear if he did. Once he lost consciousness, if driven by instinct to move towards the beacon, it would mean the anchor point slipping, everything would be in vain.
He didn't know how long had passed.
When the entire world fell silent, while he gripped the spear without a single sound, a raven flew across the sky, circled above him three times, then cautiously landed.
"Why go through this hardship?"
