The moment Alex stepped into the fog—
Everything turned white.
His vision blurred, as if the world itself had been erased and replaced with nothingness.
For a brief moment, there was no sound, no movement, no sense of direction.
Just silence.
Then—
Something changed.
A presence.
No… not one.
Two.
Ten.
Hundreds.
Thousands.
It felt like countless unseen eyes had suddenly locked onto him.
Watching.
Observing.
Judging.
And none of those gazes felt friendly.
Alex narrowed his eyes slightly and said calmly, "Victoria… you can come out now."
The crimson sword at his waist shimmered.
In the next moment, it transformed into a woman.
Victoria appeared beside him, her long red hair flowing down her back, her crimson eyes scanning the surroundings sharply.
She frowned immediately.
"What the hell is this place?" she muttered, her voice filled with irritation. "I don't like this one bit… I hate it when something stares at me like that."
