When Hughberlian felt the surroundings brighten again, her vision gradually came into focus.
She found herself standing in a hall as spacious as a theater.
A lofty dome hung overhead, covered in intricate murals depicting scenes from the myths of the Demon Realm. The colors had faded somewhat, but they still displayed an indescribable grandeur, glowing with a soft, hazy light beneath the lamps.
On the raised platform in the center of the hall stood another Void Teleportation Gate in the form of a dark-purple mirror. With its help, they might be able to continue toward the lower levels of the prison.
However, Hughberlian stood below the platform's steps and noticed that its surface was utterly still. It lacked the rippling, deep-purple waves she had seen on the Void Teleportation Gate at the Basic Level.
There must have been a locking spell formation. Anyone without the proper authority would be unable to activate it.
Just as Hughberlian looked away, she noticed that the Poet of Great Love beside her had already thrown herself onto the floor.
She must not have found her footing after landing. Her entire body had toppled over like a doll.
"Lanfu, my Lanfu."
Hughberlian hurriedly helped the Poet of Great Love up, then checked whether her cheeks were injured.
Fortunately, the Poet of Great Love was wearing a mask that offered some protection. Otherwise, her face might have been scraped red from the fall.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry. Next time we take a teleportation gate, I'll make sure to hold on to you."
Hughberlian repeatedly apologized to the black-haired, green-eyed Poet of Great Love.
"Oh."
The Poet of Great Love wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes and answered absentmindedly. She meant that it was fine. After all, this was not his real body,