"Ishmael."
Cha Na heard someone softly calling out, but he immediately found that the voice came from his mind, not through the air.
The sun's black spot grew larger, until, eventually, it completely covered the sun.
It was indeed a person floating in the sky, shouldering the strongest light of this world, so he was also engulfed in the deepest darkness.
The person came closer and now flew in front of him—a handsome man whose age was hard to guess. One only felt contradictory auras emanating from him, with red pupils that reflected both tenderness and brutality.
This person lifted Cha Na's face gently with his hand, his thumb wiping the tears from his cheeks.
A hissing sound came from Cha Na's throat, but the man shook his head, signaling him not to speak.
"Ishmael." The man's lips didn't move, yet his voice came through very clearly in Cha Na's mind.
