The surrounding walls were peeling and cracking, bricks falling onto the bed and the ground before dissipating into colorful tiny particles.
The scene was engulfed in darkness as Chen Ke swooshed down, accelerating under the force of gravity, crashing onto a flat surface with a thud.
His body jolted violently, chest hitting the ground first, then his head, without making a sound, but a strong shockwave came from the inside, violently pounding at his own chest.
Chen Ke moaned, "Puh-oh," and spat out a mouthful of blood with a warm throat.
As the darkness in front of his eyes slowly faded away, Chen Ke could no longer feel his legs and left arm. He lay prone, his head tilted on the floor, observing a puddle of purple liquid in front of him.
The floor was white, and the "beep beep beep" sounds of various electronic instruments echoed in his ears. In his line of sight, opposite Chen Ke, was a row of grey canisters.
