After Aziz shouted his name, there was no response from inside the carriage.
A terrifying silence enveloped him like a cold night sky, immersing him in icy water.
Aziz suddenly shivered in his heart.
An inexplicable fear and unease struck him—like swallowing a buzzing echo or having an ice blade gently scrape his heart and liver.
The gold medallion on his head buzzed, urging him to leave quickly; the rose rosary around his neck grew warm and sticky, as if touching the skin of a sweaty person; the buckle on his waist belt unfastened itself, and the feathers on his shoes trembled slightly—as if, with a simple click of his heels, he could transport himself away from here.
However, Aziz hardened his heart, ignoring all these ominous signs.
—There is no one in this world who can find peace and surpass their destiny.
The more dangerous a place, the more opportunities it holds.
Up to this point, Aziz's life had been constant proof of this truth.
