Nujia, who had been lying flat on the rooftop, suddenly floated into the air.
He instantly shifted into a standing posture, slowly descended to the ground, and opened his eyes. A trace of confusion flashed through them—but soon, that confusion turned into panic.
Where is this?
Wasn't I supposed to be in a hotel in the Entertainment City, getting ready to...
What pushed Nujia from confusion into alarm was the fact that he had not only mysteriously fainted, but had also been moved to a place far from the Entertainment City without knowing it.
Nujia had already broken out in a cold sweat. He took a deep breath and tried his best to calm himself. Soon, however, his attention was drawn to a change in his surroundings.
This rooftop, which should have been dry, had somehow become damp. Wisps of water vapor spread beneath his feet, as though they were about to transform the entire area into a marsh.
Nujia's pupils instantly contracted. Certain pieces of information in his memory spread outward like the detonation point of an explosion.
A red figure slowly emerged from the water vapor.
"Red... Red Tide."
By the time he reacted, Nujia had already blurted out the red figure's name.
Strangely, however, his opponent did not immediately answer. In the chaos, crimson points of light flickered nonstop as they studied Nujia.
That gaze revealed nothing of joy, anger, sorrow, or happiness, and it made Nujia's heart pound... He anxiously considered how he should deal with Red Tide, the most mysterious of the Five-Colored Emissaries.
The Five-Colored Emissaries had been created by Nuwa to resist the great calamity. Each represented a different human emotion... The former Blue and Yellow had been the two most enthusiastic meddlers among the Five Colors.
After all, Blue represented the pinnacle