C542 The Nightmare

The room was empty, filled only with a faint, purplish mist. Zhuer let out a cold snort. If it was poison, she wasn't the least bit afraid. She glanced around, finding nothing amiss. But just as she was about to leave, the surroundings began to shift.

"Is this some kind of spatial trick? How unoriginal," Zhuer muttered, exhaling softly. She turned back and was taken aback by what she saw