Chapter 134 From Death's Shadow

• When the world believed him gone, he was only waiting to rise.
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• The relentless beeping dragged at the edges of my consciousness, slicing through the heavy fog clouding my mind. My ear rang, a harsh, unyielding sound, echoing like a warning. The sterile scent of antiseptic clung to the air, mingled with the metallic tang of blood. I hated that smell. It clawed at my senses, anchoring me painfully to the room.