The Institute (17)

In ancient times, humans would use blood as a means to please their gods,

They would burn the body's of their enemies and sprinkle the soulless ashes on the altar of the divine,

Now, Chu Yi himself awaited a divine judgment- his life and death completely at the mercy of others!

His body seemed to be pressed down by a heavyweight, his limbs filled with lead, he couldn't move; he could even feel the weakness screaming from his veins as he was rapidly drained of blood! 

 As if he had a fever, every inch of his body seemed to be seared by burning flames, however from the depths of his bones, he only felt cold. The frozen chill of oncoming death, the life being slowly ripped from his very veins! 

"Stay...."

There it was again.