章 47: Jolt of Reality

Suddenly, Wuxie felt a sharp jolt of electricity course through him as Wovi flew close and delivered a shock to awaken him from the sword's influence.

It was as if lightning had danced across his skin, jolting him back to reality with a startling intensity.

Gasping for air, Wuxie stumbled backward, the sword slipping from his grasp and clattering to the ground with a metallic clang. The chamber filled with swirling smoke, wisps curling and twirling around them like ghostly tendrils, making it difficult to see or breathe.

Coughing and sputtering, Wuxie tried to regain his bearings, his chest heaving as he struggled to draw in clean air. "Wovi, I... I saw something," Wuxie managed to choke out between coughs, his voice hoarse and strained.

His eyes widened with realization, memories of the visions flashing before him like fragments of a shattered mirror.