Chapter - 177
This wasn't the first time Jacob had stood at death's edge. He'd flirted with it before—felt its breath on his neck, tasted its cold fingers brushing against his soul. But this time, there was no escaping it.
And yet…
His eyes fluttered open.
The world around him wasn't familiar. It wasn't the sky above Mirntha, nor the black nothingness he expected beyond death. It was… white—dazzling, unending white. The floor beneath him shimmered like starlight, indistinguishable from the ceiling, which didn't really seem to exist at all. There were no corners, no walls. Just light—eternal and unbroken.
Jacob blinked, groggy and disoriented as he stood up. He turned his head, trying to make sense of where he was, when a voice broke the silence—familiar and tinged with humor.
"You look like a confused fish right now."
Jacob's head snapped around, and the breath caught in his chest.
There, standing casually with arms crossed and a lopsided grin, was Thorne.
