The blacked-out vision persisted. Pitch darkness where nothing could be seen. And the stifling frustration that came with it. Oppressed and more oppressed—by the time my temper, unable to endure it, started to get irritated— Crack. A fissure ran through the blackness. Much like when the Master struck Mujeogeng’s barrier. The crack, lengthening like a spiderweb, soon spread across my...
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