Island.
A gray haze shrouded the entire island. The outline of a massive gate stood above the mist, and the once badly damaged ruins had mostly been restored. Threads of fog flowed endlessly from the gap in the gate.
The island, where the clear sky had once still been visible, had now completely become a world of mist.
A Figure in black sat alone at the center of this world. That ancient, mysterious gate was like shackles suspended above his head, imprisoning him within this tiny space.
An Qingyu closed the livestream image and set his phone on the ground. A faint sheen of sweat seeped from his pale forehead...
A faint crackle of electricity came from the walkie-talkie beside him, followed by a concerned voice:
"Qingyu, are you all right?"
An Qingyu frowned tightly, pain surfacing in his gray eyes. As the breeze brushed past his black coat, a completely petrified arm was exposed within the gray mist. That mysterious grayness crept from his shoulder to his torso, occupying nearly half his body.
"The gate is almost repaired... A fragment of his consciousness can already pass through that gate, cross the River of Time, and briefly invade my body..."
"The Key of Doors? What should we do... Is there anything I can do?" Jiang Er's voice was filled with anxiety.
An Qingyu lowered his head and glanced at his body, his breathing somewhat labored. After a moment of silence, his one remaining intact hand picked up the walkie-talkie as he spoke in a low voice:
"...Stay away from me. Hide yourself... No matter what I do, do not come near me on your own... Understand?"
Before Jiang Er could say anything, An Qingyu hurled the walkie-talkie in his hand forcefully toward the factory!
A black shadow streaked through the