Chapter 269: Malik’s memory
What was going on? They were in the store shopping when Malik suddenly bent over with a groan.
Ravi dropped the navy-stripped shirt that he had been showing him and rushed over to him.
"Malik. Malik...What is it?" He raised his hand to stop Lana who had been lying on the chair watching a book while she claimed that she was watching them shop.
Malik groaned and reached out to hold Ravi’s trousers. His veins flexed as if he was in extreme pain.
"Ravi..." Lana muttered and Ravi nodded, he placed a hand on Malik’s shoulders as he directed his spiritual energy into Malik’s body. The energy had barely moved in when it backfired, flung back with such force that Ravi coughed out blood.
"Ravi!"
Malik had stopped groaning and turned to glance at Ravi. It was just a look and yet Ravi felt like he could not move. No, he should not move.
Those blank green eyes had turned into immeasurably deep, black vortexes, slowing spinning around. For a second, Ravi saw the heavens and the entire realms beneath it. They were completely pitch black as black mists rolled, and surged like tidewater.
Ghosts, spirits, tombs, and seas of red blood filled his vision; his ears were filled with the wails and howls of beings. They cried and they begged for mercy. They were begging and prostrating before someone.