Mirrored images of the four seasons flashed rapidly within the space. A thick fog permeated the area, and low, rumbling roars echoed intermittently.
The ground was covered in strange runes that emitted an eerie blue light. Wen Qian tried to find any trace of Yin Zhi and the others, but there was nothing... only countless pale yellow specks of light hovering at her side.
Countless images flooded her mind, and Wen Qian's head felt like it was splitting open. She sank to her knees, the corners of her eyes growing inexplicably moist. She clenched her fists at her sides, trying to grab onto something, but besides herself, nothing in this space seemed to have a physical form.
Her consciousness faded. The woman collapsed in agony into a pale blue halo of light. In the last second before she passed out, she saw a brilliant light burst like a firework, and everything around her vanished...
「Back in a familiar world.」
