All the clocks were suspended in the dark void, emitting a ticking sound.
The pervasive noise fell on his ears, stabbing his brain like needles.
Lin Da frowned, spread his wings, and searched for an exit in the clock-filled space.
First, he flew upward for half an hour.
Clocks were everywhere.
Each one bizarrely shaped and distinct.
Looking into the distance, it was still a vast expanse of black space.
Clocks hung above, below—ubiquitous and inescapable.
"What's going on? Is there no end to this place?"
He couldn't even tell how time flowed in this infernal place. If he managed to escape only to find that Lia and the others had died of old age, he might be left with nothing but tears of despair.
Still, there was hope.
Lin Da thought to himself: the fact that he was alive was proof enough—Tricia, the bitch, had tried to devour his soul, but he was still here, which meant she hadn't succeeded.
