"..."
The Black Bishop tore the playing card apart with such viciousness and decisiveness.
And it happened so quickly—so quickly that Lu Xin's mind suddenly went blank for a moment.
At that instant, the black particles in his eyes suddenly froze, as if they had solidified...
He had clearly seen what happened, but he did not even dare believe it had happened. It took him two seconds to realize that it had already occurred. Then, an unprecedented shudder surged through his heart. The next moment, his entire body turned cold, and waves of dizziness washed over his mind. He turned around in terror and stiffness, only to see that the blood-red eyes floating around him had all vanished.
Mom was standing quietly beside him, silently watching him.
She wore an elegant white dress and a delicate wide-brimmed hat. She did not look like an Ultimate, but rather like a woman who ought to exist in everyday life—a proud and gentle woman enjoying refined luxury in a fashionable city.
It was an incomparably beautiful sight.
But now, that picture had begun to show signs of being torn apart.
Cracks had appeared in Mom's shadow, and every section divided by those cracks was gradually fading.
Yet Mom's expression remained calm, even faintly relieved.
She had severed the connection so that she would not be obstructed while investigating the secrets of the Abyss.
But the Spirit Hall had been damaged, and her consciousness had likewise been left without a place to return to.
What was more, she had been doing things far beyond her own limits all along.
Whether it was making those arrangements bit by bit while under the control of the First-Generation Researcher, or risking everything in Kindling City—and braving the fear of the other Ultimates—to obtain the Pale Hand for