In the woods.
Julius Reed sat cross-legged on the ground.
The sunlight could come through.
But indeed, he had no shadow.
No shadow meant he was going to die.
But Julius Reed refused to believe in superstition; he had weathered many storms in his life.
A puff of black smoke, would he really fall here?
Yet, the situation was dire.
The shadow didn't disappear all at once, but little by little.
The originally long shadow was now gradually being devoured.
Nothing could be seen.
Suddenly, Julius Reed's heart trembled, and he had a thought.
This shadow could not just disappear for no reason.
There must be a reason for its disappearance.
The most likely reason was that black fog.
The black fog doesn't exist.
It blocked the shadow, so it couldn't be seen, making it seem like the shadow disappeared.
But one cannot see what doesn't exist.
Julius Reed closed his eyes, feeling uncomfortable.
The parts of his body where the shadow was devoured began to feel numb and tingly.
