"You'll disappear if this goes on!" Mo Ling shouted anxiously.
"This is how I was supposed to end."
"If you disappear, there'll be nothing left!"
"I already have nothing left."
Mo Ling wanted to say more, but he understood that Lu Youqi would not listen now, no matter what he said. When someone had fallen completely into despair, force was the only option.
He rushed forward and seized Lu Youqi's hand.
"Come with me!"
Ignoring Lu Youqi's resistance, he dragged him through the darkness at a run.
Lu Youqi tried to pull free, but when he found that Mo Ling had no intention of letting go, his grip as tight as handcuffs, he gave up struggling.
Mo Ling searched rapidly through the dimness for a possible way out, but this place seemed utterly endless. He could clearly hear echoes, yet could not touch the walls from which they came.
Mo Ling recalled the boundless Text Canopy. If this place was just as vast, they definitely could not escape by "running."
It still had to depend on transmitting uniqueness, but how could he pass it on to Lu Youqi?
As Mo Ling thought, he suddenly felt his hand loosen.
He had been gripping so tightly. Why had it slipped free?
Mo Ling hurriedly looked behind him, only to discover that Lu Youqi's "hand" had completely vanished into the darkness. The rest of his body was beginning to blur as well, flickering in and out of sight, as if half of him were inside the darkness while the other half still retained its original color.
Mo Ling quickly reached for Lu Youqi, but grasped nothing. It felt like grabbing a dense cluster of bubbles; they burst in his hand, leaving only damp liquid behind...
"Lu Youqi! Lu Youqi!" Mo Ling anxiously called