CHAPTER 153 — THE FRAGMENT THAT NEVER LEFT
"No… this can't be."
Long Hao's voice was not weak.
It was raw.
The vines around him pulsed, tightening slightly as if reacting to the tremor in his breath. Black-and-white tendrils coiled across his arms, chest, legs, anchoring him upright in the endless pale plane.
Zehell stood before him, calm.
Unshaken.
"The truth is in front of your eyes," she said quietly.
Her tone wasn't mocking.
It was almost… patient.
He glared at her.
"You expect me to believe she was just a puppet?"
"I expect you to see."
She lifted her hand.
Not dramatically.
Just slightly.
"Longyu."
The name echoed.
And this time—
Something answered.
Behind Zehell, the air parted.
Not torn.
Not shattered.
Simply opened.
A familiar black-gold light seeped into the pale plane, coiling softly like mist gathering shape.
Long Hao's heart stopped for half a second.
"No…"
The light condensed.
Longyu stepped forward.
Exactly as he remembered her.
