Let me out, the darkness roared inside Mo Xing, a primal voice that echoed through the chambers of his consciousness with the force of a collapsing star.
No, Mo Xing responded, his mental barriers straining against the pressure. He didn't know what would happen if he released it fully—couldn't predict the consequences or contain the aftermath. His Little Tempest stood so close, and if the darkness consumed her... he would rather die than let that happen.
You both will die if you don't let me out, the darkness insisted, its voice like obsidian shards scraping against his soul. These entities are stronger, deadlier—nothing you possess in your current state can touch them.
And what can you do differently? Mo Xing challenged, skepticism lingering despite his desperation. If conventional cultivation can't touch these things, what power do you possess that could?
