The hand-drawn sun in the sky wore a strange grin, its pair of curved, oversized eyes swiveling from side to side;
Beside the sun, the long-haired moon kept opening and closing her mouth, as though singing some silent song;
The stars darted through the clouds like meteors, colliding with one another without making a sound.
These hand-drawn things were full of childlike charm, giving free rein to a child's wild imagination. Yet once placed together, they somehow made one's heart turn cold.
At the instant the arena took shape, whether it was the sun, moon, stars, or clouds...
Everything turned its gaze toward the arena, smiles spreading across every face. Their mouths stretched upward all the way to their ears, the curves so wide they seemed torn open; their innocent gazes held a sinister darkness that made one's blood run cold. That inexplicable feeling of being watched sent a chill through Aaroniero's very spirit.
"Don't be nervous."
On the other side of the arena, Duan Mu said softly, "This is just an ordinary arena. Neither you nor I will receive any assistance here." Duan Mu slowly raised his head, glanced at the bizarre sky overhead, and continued:
"The only purpose of this space is to completely block outside observation. As long as someone is within this area, every means of detection, communication technique, even spiritual pressure and aura, will be completely cut off. In other words, no one will discover your death!"
"Who exactly are you?"
Aaroniero looked coldly at Duan Mu, utterly baffled.
Two years. He had spent a full two years in Las Noches.
After two years, he had finally left Las Noches—only to run into this madman-like fellow again.
Even after searching through every memory he possessed, Aaroniero still could not figure out how he had offended