Deep within the Negative Sixth Floor of Helrom Prison.
Within the illusion, a black-haired girl stood alone in a hazy realm of interwoven light and shadow.
Her green pupils were like two unfathomably deep lakes, silently reflecting the shifting scenes around her.
The black-haired, green-eyed girl had just been inspecting the prison door when she suddenly felt the boundaries of the prison corridor begin to twist. Space rippled like the surface of water, followed by a Rain of Blades descending from the horizon.
The blades and swords gleamed silver-white. In an instant, they pierced the girl's body, staining their metallic sheen crimson.
Yet the girl seemed immortal. Stepping on the blades, she walked forward one step at a time, continuing to focus on her inspection work.
Every wound on the black-haired, green-eyed girl's skin was deep enough to reveal bone, and blood slowly trickled along the blades.
Before long, the blood evaporated the instant it touched the air, as though it had never existed.
The illusion faded without leaving any substantial injury on the black-haired, green-eyed Poet of Great Love.
However, before she reached the metal door of another cell, flames began twisting and leaping across the floor like living creatures. From deep red to golden yellow, they spread endlessly across the ground.
The Poet of Great Love continued walking into the sea of flames. The fire burned her snow-white skin until it was mangled and then charred black, crackling as it consumed her flesh, yet she continued forward calmly, as though she felt no pain.
"Fortunately, I came. If Hughberlian had entered the Upside-Down Path to Rebirth, she would have suffered terribly."
The black-haired, green-eyed figure's lips moved slightly as he muttered to himself.
He knew these illusions were fake, so as a staunch materialist with an unshakable mind,