Quiet closed in for a brief moment as the low hissing sounds rose from the seams in the stone floor and crawled upward along the walls.
The sound pushed into ears and chests while pink mist seeped more from the edges of the chamber.
It had now filled the whole enclosed space, completely thickened the air and coated every breaths with a sweet, sticky film at the back of the throat.
Now, everyone's face had now been clouded with the Euphoria mist.
Officer Jaren had asked Fateless a question. He wanted to know if Fateless exhibit the same symptoms others felt.
However, the young man has given him a reply he didn't expect from him.
Fateless had said the exact truth.
Jaren gave a single nod. "Alright." He turned his back on Fei Ming.
His shoulders stayed squared while his jaw remained locked tight. Fingers curled once at his sides then straightened as the heavy warmth seeped deeper into his lungs.
He should have arrested this murderer.
