The ever-changing moon in the night sky finally returned to its original, irregular spherical shape. Its silvery light tightly enveloped this irregular sphere, as if fearing it might escape again.
This silvery radiance couldn't cover the entire dark night. There weren't many bright stars around the moon. It fought a lonely battle, outnumbered, and darkness still dominated the entire space.
So, when Igor slowly opened his eyes, the first thing he saw was still pitch darkness.
Although it wasn't as dark as before, there wasn't much light either. The overall sensation was similar to before.
Didn't I break the eggshell? Why is it still pitch black? Did my speculation fail again? Igor's mind was muddled; once again, he felt like a failure.
"You… have finally awakened, Igor…"
A familiar voice suddenly echoed from mid-air, instantly jolting Igor from his confusion.
