Zopia's POV
When the last c***k on the giant sand glass vanished, surprisingly, I could move, although my body still wafted in the air, uncontrolled.
"Omar! Omar!" I yelled at Omar, who floated under me in the lower glass, surrounded by bloody red pearls. His eyes clamped tightly, and his delicate face was so peaceful as an angel fell asleep.
There was a small tunnel between the upper and lower glasses, which my arm was slim enough to go through. I reached over to touch Omar, my hand trembling as his hand skin was as cold as ice.
He was dying.
"No, no, no, Omar, wake up!" If he died here, I would blame myself forever.
I started to kick the glass with my legs and punched the inner wall glass with my wolf force. Focusing on my mind, I mustered my gift to c***k the glass. But the glass
