Did Emily leave? If she did, she did.
Rachel not being able to see her didn't prove anything. There was a good chance they were on different dimensional planes, after all.
But if Rachel put herself in Emily's shoes, it was hard to imagine willingly walking away when faced with such a strange person.
So during their conversation on the way here, she'd almost taken it for granted that they had an audience.
As for the coin-tossing game just now, one of its main purposes had been to test whether that audience was still there.
How had the Old Hunter managed to lead him and Tina into the Inner World without either of them noticing?
At first glance, the situation seemed much like the one at Art Prison. But after observing the place along the way, it seemed there was a reason it behaved so unusually—the Reversed Tree grew there.
Just like in all kinds of stories involving disasters, there seemed to be a reason this town, which was "dying," displayed such abnormal traits. To some extent, it was fair to consider the place the source of everything.
A mad artist had accidentally touched upon something extraordinary—or believed he had.
And for that, he'd gone so far as to perform a series of outrageous operations, using human bodies as incubators in the hope of breaking through the boundaries and completing "pollination."
The difference between the Inner and Outer Worlds was simply the difference between success and failure.
Their inhabitants had been affected in different ways as well.
The Inner World was already in ruins, like a toilet that had exploded after someone messed around with it.
The real world, on the other hand, was cut off from the supernatural. It hadn't gotten any grime on it, but the harmful mental