Wen Xishu noticed the glow from the letter. And he wasn't the only one-even Mourning Shadow Anya noticed it.
Her gaze grew briefly unfocused.
Wen Xishu was still wondering, Could this thing turn the boss good outright?
He had clearly expected too much.
Because the next second, Anya raised her hand and unleashed another skill.
Mirror Blade Storm.
Cracks appeared across her mirrorlike body, and countless shards shot out of those seemingly irreparable fissures.
Only this time, the shards were faster.
Last time, Wen Xishu had been able to dodge the shards and even observe the countless memories... etched within them.
Anya's past, Charlie's past, and even Wen Xishu's own past flickered across those shards.
Only a few shards had cut Wen Xishu.
But this time, they were faster and far more frenzied.
The dense storm of shards slashed numerous wounds across Wen Xishu's arms, cheeks, shoulders, knees, waist, and abdomen.
The memories reflected in those shards lashed like whips, searing themselves directly into Wen Xishu's mind.
"Wait, is she pouring her heart out?"
It hurt terribly, but Wen Xishu realized that this time, being cut by the shards also let him feel the memories within them.
Countless images flashed through his mind.
Combined with the pain of mirror blades slicing through his flesh, it was as though those painful memories had taken physical form.
Black thorns emerged from the floor and ceiling, reaching toward Wen Xishu like snakes. He dodged again and again.
But Anya seemed to see exactly where Wen Xishu would move...
She immediately floated toward him.
Her figure moved like a phantom. To Wen Xishu, it felt like his own Ghost Groom form, capable of covering vast distances in an instant.
In the blink of an eye, Anya appeared behind Wen Xishu and caught him in