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Chapter 55 : The Null Point

مؤلف: Susan Chow
last update تاريخ النشر: 2026-01-12 03:49:16

*Continuing the ultra-detailed, slow-burn style.

This chapter details the first contact with the Hollow Men, the horror of fighting an

enemy that doesn't bleed, and the tactical nightmare of waging war in a vacuum.

HELEN’S P.O.V.

War usually has a sound. It is a cacophony of shouting men, cracking gunfire, and the

wet thud of violence.

But this war began in silence.

We hit the ground in the clearing of the Old Estate—the place where the Pack House

once stood. The ruins were still there, overgro
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