Xiao Ming's frustration boiled over after enduring ruthless failures in his attempts to escape the water's grasp.
Every move, every effort to break free felt futile, as though the very waters were determined to keep him confined.
In his deepest thoughts, he realized with chilling clarity that he had been utterly locked out of the true Wu Shui Empire, and the weight of that realization was like a vice around his chest.
He squeezed his eyes shut, determined to clear his mind, to meditate and regain control.
The water around him seemed to pull him down deeper, and the pressure of the situation pressed against his consciousness, urging him to abandon his struggles.
His thoughts grew distant, and soon, he felt his body sinking, surrendering to the pull of the water.
It was as though his mind was clearing, becoming more empty with every passing moment, until only silence remained.
Then, the voice came.
