Death Encounter

At that moment, Kirk only had one thought on his mind.

'Death…'

He looked at the painting intensely, savoring the darkness of the painting with every fiber of his being. This wasn't an ordinary painting. Unlike other paintings, this one said more than a thousand words.

The white-haired man in the painting was the literal incarnation of death. He was the artist's fear, death and uncertainty. He not only shaped the artist's personality but also the course of his life and destiny. The scale was unheard of.

The shadow of a foggy face in the background was eternal death. A face that many would see at the end of their lives. As it embraced the white-haired man, it could be clearly seen that they were connected.

Kirk felt the fear of death for the first time in a long time. He had already been self-conscious about his age, but now he felt like his body had caught up to his age and he was slowly dying.