Chapter 368
Ouroboros, the myth itself, was the source of all power and the foundation of the Core. From its infinite cycle and completeness were born Origin and the Cosmos. Neither good nor evil, Ouroboros was known to always remain neutral. And yet now, for the first time, it had taken sides, intervening to favor or reject someone.
A single beam of light shot up into the sky, drawn forth by Ouroboros, and Cecilia’s gaze followed it. At its peak, a portal formed, and within it, she saw an image reflected.
“That man is supposed to rewrite our fate...?” she muttered in disbelief.
It made no sense. She couldn’t understand it at all. Cecilia looked back at Ouroboros, her brow twitching, her eyes showing clear confusion, and no one could blame her for that reaction.
The man seen through the portal lay sprawled on a road. It looked like he’d been in a traffic accident. The pool of blood forming beneath him clearly showed how grave the situation was. Was he dead? Or was he merely moments away from it? It didn’t seem like an ordinary human could survive such a blow.
Ambulances and police cars rushed in, sirens wailing. The paramedics frowned the moment they checked the man’s condition. After exchanging a few urgent words, they quickly brought out emergency equipment, performed brief on-the-spot first aid, and loaded the man onto a stretcher.
From that point, time inside the portal sped up, like watching a video on fast-forward. Scenes from the operating room flew by as doctors desperately fought to save the man’s life. After sixteen grueling hours of surgery, he narrowly survived. He was transferred to the intensive care unit, but with all the respirators and tubes connected to his body, his condition still looked nothing less than critical.
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Cecilia entered the private ICU room where the man lay. The lights were off, but soft moonlight filtering through the window made it feel a little less dark. She walked over and stood at the man’s bedside.
The voices of doctors and nurses chatting in the hallway carried through the door.
“He made it through the worst of it, but he’ll be disabled for the rest of his life...”
“And there’s no telling when he’ll wake up. Even if he does, he’ll likely be in a wheelchair for the rest of his life.”