Chapter 11: Gradual Awakening
The once-shadowed scene was now clearer to everyone. The silhouette of the infant, taking on an eerie blackish hue, was visible as it clung tightly to Coral in the feeble, dim light. Its pair of obsidian eyes fixated intently on the gathering of onlookers. The sight was so alarming that it sent waves of imminent panic attacks rippling through the crowd. They instinctively recoiled, scrambling away from Coral’s proximity.
“Damn it!” Miles swore, his fists clenched in helpless frustration. “Has this ghost baby given up on attacking me and instead started focusing its efforts on others?”
His heart ached with the desire to rescue Coral, but fear immobilized him, rendering him unable to come to her aid.
His own supernatural eye had the unique capability to penetrate the obscurity of the ghostly realm, and his self-defense was largely an automatic reaction. However, he was ill-equipped to handle the ethereal infant.
With his teeth gritted and an overpowering instinctual urge to flee welling up within him, he muttered, “Let’s go.”
“Help… help me.” Coral’s plea sliced through the tension-filled air. Her face was a mask of intense pain. She gasped for air, flailing about like a fish on dry land. Her hand reached out towards Miles, her eyes filled with desperate hope. In her perception, Miles was her only savior, and she was able to muster up the strength to beg for his help.
Miles kept his gaze forward, yet his additional eye located on the back of his head saw everything.
His classmate Coral’s tormented cry for help caused him to halt his escape. The scene stirred up memories of a similar moment when Jing had forced him into the restroom.
Despite maintaining consciousness, Coral was consumed by an all-consuming terror. Her heart throbbed with a desperate need for someone to intervene and offer their assistance.