This was a gentle slope blanketed in black thorns. Looking in every direction, there was almost no vegetation besides the thorns.
Black spores drifted on the wind beneath a gray, murky sky.
Maya sensed her surroundings, her heart tinged with hesitation. Not long ago, she had still followed the call within her heart, hoping to seek answers in the Mystery of the Starry Sky. Yet in the end, she had come here.
Of course, she had not come in the flesh. Her consciousness had merely submerged into the future.
This fragment of the future carried more weight than any Maya had sensed before. She seemed like a butterfly that had crossed time and space, arriving in the world of the future in person.
Maya could even observe her surroundings at will. Compared to the fragments she had seen before, she now possessed far greater freedom.
Where was this place? Was it connected to Angel?
As Maya observed her surroundings, though she could not truly sense the energy around her, merely taking in the sight of the landscape stirred an indescribable feeling within her.
The environment here felt strangely familiar.
Where exactly was this?
As Maya pondered in confusion, the view suddenly rose, her field of vision slowly pulling up from the ground into the sky. When she looked at the hazy heavens overhead, she seemed to realize something. She immediately turned her gaze toward the ground.
She had not seen clearly before, only noticing that the area was covered in thorns. Now, looking down from above, she could clearly see that this thorn-covered land stretched for nearly thousands of miles.
The entire mountain ridge was covered in black thorns. Seen from above, they resembled countless grotesque hands of the undead reaching out from hell.
Maya slowly drew her gaze farther