The frantic girl's voice faded into the distance, leaving only her echo reverberating within the empty palace.
Yu Sheng turned his head to the direction where she had disappeared, feeling as though the corridor stretched endlessly, the road repeating itself, extending into the dimming distance, vanishing at the edge of his vision.
The faint blood-colored moonlight lingered in the air, seemingly frozen in time.
Yu Sheng stood still for a moment, trying to call out to Erin from the depths of his heart.
No response.
He frowned slightly and reached into the air, attempting to open a door leading to the real world or the Soul Wilderness.
A phantom doorway appeared, but vanished like a bubble in the air within moments.
Yu Sheng gazed at the lingering shadow in the air, pondering with a furrowed brow.
After a moment of thought, he waved his hand, and strands of blood emanated from his arm, transforming into a blood-colored spear in his grip.
