The sudden change in their surroundings instantly put everyone on guard. Hao Ren immediately drew his plasma rifle and held it in front of him. "Was that Spatial Teleportation or an illusion?"
"There are no traces of mental interference. Temporal-spatial distortion detected. Confirmed to be some form of spatial alteration." The Data Terminal rapidly analyzed the changes in the data recorded in that instant. "...However, no traces of Spatial Teleportation were detected. We're still at the same coordinates as before."
"The same coordinates as before?" Hao Ren frowned. "Are we still in the same place?"
The Data Terminal offered its hypothesis. "We probably fell into a space overlapping with the real world. Our position hasn't changed."
Lily's ears suddenly sprang upright. "Could that be what the undead meant by 'the boundary'?"
Hao Ren shook his head and looked toward the end of the corridor. "I don't know. Let's go over there and take a look first. There seems to be someone there."
The long corridor was brightly lit, and framed portraits hung on its snow-white walls. In the ruins earlier, Hao Ren had seen what remained of those portraits after they had been burned. Yet now, in this situation that seemed to be a reversal of time, he still couldn't see their true appearances. Every portrait seemed to be shrouded in a hazy mist, a layer of constantly twisting white fog covering the frames. The sight was exceedingly eerie.
His gaze shifted to the corner ahead. He still remembered that there had originally been a final message written in blood there, but now there was only a bare wall, with a large decorative vase placed beside it.
At the end of the corridor stood a wooden door. It was ajar, with light spilling through the gap, and voices drifted from