Benjamin's Heirloom Ring

The Special Bullet

Benjamin stood alone in the desolate hallway, his ears finely attuned to the soft, diminishing echoes of Valerie's footsteps as she slowly made her way toward the distant bathroom. The sound grew fainter with each passing second, amplifying the emptiness and solitude that enveloped him.

He struggled to maintain his composure, but the oppressive darkness engulfing the corridor heightened his sense of unease, putting him on edge. Suddenly, his eyes caught the faint outline of a shadowy figure standing ominously under the flickering light. His instincts screamed at him to prepare for danger, but it was too late—a silent shot pierced the stillness, and he was struck by a searing pain in his arm, the heat spreading rapidly through his flesh.

Benjamin swiftly summoned his spiritual energy, Qi, directing its powerful flow to the wounded area in a desperate attempt to halt the bullet’s progression. He could feel the energy pulsating through his veins, converging at the site of impact, creatin