Malzahar ignored the pain and hurried after Zhang Tie. Fortunately, the milky-white spheres did not crack very quickly, leaving them plenty of time to escape.
As he ran, Zhang Tie observed his surroundings.
Every building he saw stood completely empty. Daily necessities remained neatly arranged inside, as though the people here had vanished in an instant. There were no signs of panicked flight, much less any traces of resistance or battle.
More than two hours later, Zhang Tie stopped in front of a strange building.
It was a perfectly square structure, over thirty feet tall and more than a hundred feet wide, with a small door about ten feet high in the center.
It seemed strange mainly because it stood out sharply from the other buildings, which were ornate and elegantly classical. This building was made entirely of some kind of silver metal, with no runes on its surface.
Zhang Tie walked to the entrance. Just as he was about to try pushing the door open, the silver door suddenly changed. Fine patterns flickered across it, and after several breaths, it transformed into a silver mirror that clearly reflected Zhang Tie's image.
"Huh? What kind of door is this? It can change on its own? And who's that in the mirror?" Malzahar, who had caught up, stared at the mirror in surprise.
Zhang Tie ignored Malzahar as though he had not heard him. He simply stared motionlessly at his reflection, because the person in the mirror looked exactly as he had in his previous life. Had he not seen it again today, he might have forgotten what he had originally looked like in that life.
Bang!
The loud crash jolted Zhang Tie out of his memories. Only then did he realize that Malzahar had punched the silver mirror.
The silver