Chapter 167: Rebirth in the Abyss

Thelma’s Perspective My heart pounded like a war drum, each beat reverberating through my body with a force that threatened to consume me. My blood surged violently, and with each rush, a searing heat spread across my skin. It felt as though I were on fire, the sensation so intense that I cried out in pain, fearing I might combust at any moment. The mark on my body flickered erratically, alternating between bursts of dazzling brightness and moments of near darkness. It pulsed as though alive, growing stronger and weaker in an unpredictable rhythm. Each flicker felt like a warning, a signal that something monumental was about to happen. My breath caught, the air refusing to fill my lungs. My body felt stretched to its limits, my skin taut, my organs shifting as if trying to escape. The mark distorted, its intricate patterns warping and cracking as if on the brink of collapse. The tension in my body built steadily, like a balloon filled to its breaking point. And then, it ha