Liang's chamber was in disarray, a chaotic backdrop of desperation and determination. Papers were strewn about, crumpled and tossed aside, as if they had betrayed him. His once meticulously arranged desk was now cluttered with notes, scribbles, and diagrams. His claws were stained with ink and it twitched with anxiety.
Frustration like a relentless storm clouded his thoughts. He couldn't decipher the invincible words hidden within the book's blank pages. It was maddening, like chasing a fleeting dream that dissolved upon waking. Liang's forehead furrowed deeply, etched with the stress of his relentless pursuit of understanding.
Devastation lingered in the corners of his mind, threatening to consume him. He had invested countless hours, sleepless nights and every ounce of his intellectual prowess into this endeavor, yet the answers eluded him. The weight of his own expectations pressed upon him, threatening to crush his resolve.