Chapter 47 - Flaw of Evolution
On the twenty-ninth day, the gate finally opened.
Lucas stepped forward slowly, his body covered in deep, jagged wounds, and the torn edges of his clothes clung to his body, stained with blood. Every movement sent shocks of agony through his body. His muscles screamed, his bones ached, and his vision wavered between focus and disorientation. Despite all of this, there was one thing that remained constant: his feet did not retreat. He did not fall.
He had survived.
And in survival, something had changed. Something deeper than his physical body had altered within him. His chest burned with a raw feeling of growth, of evolution. But the cost was steep. Every breath felt heavier.
