Zhang Heng instinctively reached for his waist, but grabbed nothing. Only then did he remember that he had not brought Hidden Sheath with him this time.
In fact, it was not just Hidden Sheath. The travel bag where he kept his items was nowhere near him either. He had come here practically empty-handed. Even if the fire had been about to reach his bedroom at the time, with his composure, it was almost impossible that he would make such a basic mistake. Combined with the Seastar Watch, which had always been on his wrist, now having vanished as well, Zhang Heng realized that he was most likely in a dream.
Nyarlathotep had once warned him that the amulet Kronos had given him was gradually failing, and that he was beginning to reconnect with the master of the Underground City. In his previous dreams and subconscious, Zhang Heng had seen those half-human, half-fish, half-frog monsters, that enormous palace, and the colossal black shadow within it.
If the gloomy seaside town represented the past, and the colossal black shadow imprisoned in the palace represented the present, then what Zhang Heng saw this time undoubtedly represented the future.
The entire island of Greenland had been swallowed by raging flames. The residents living there had also completely descended into madness, grabbing every weapon they could lay their hands on and, without hesitation, turning their guns on their neighbors, friends, even relatives, welcoming the figure upon the throne with slaughter and death.
Zhang Heng and his other self stared at each other for a moment. Then his body moved again. He turned and charged toward a grocery store on his left.
As Zhang Heng ran, he took off his shirt and wrapped it around his elbow. Then he smashed through the grocery store window with