Heedless of the danger, Li Luo charged into the sea of Others, their arms hungry and welcoming.

The torrent of whispering voices came gunning for his mind.

He was immune. He was on the brink of death, on a strange, feverish high that closed off his mind to everything else.

He charged on, a lamb bounding into the tiger’s den. There was no escape there, but he chose to go anyway.

He was enough of a tactician to understand that the stalemate could not be allowed to continue. The plan could not be allowed...