Chapter 110: Coming of Age
The atmosphere was thick, dark, and suffocating. Byron felt as though he were gradually sinking into the depths of a cold, unrelenting sea. The light above him grew fainter, while the murky darkness below seemed to expand endlessly. His body felt heavier, weaker with every passing second, and an inexplicable fear gripped his heart. It was as if he were being pulled away from the security of civilization—torn from the fragile order forged by millions of years of human evolution—and forced back into the primal abyss, the very cradle of life where existence began millions of years ago.
Suddenly—'Snap!'—the sharp sound of an anchor chain being pulled taut rang through his ears.