The instant they crossed the Spatial Passage, Benjamin felt as though he had plunged into a void that defied every conventional concept of space. No sooner had he steadied himself than boundless pressure came crashing down from all directions.
It felt so heavy that it was almost suffocating.
Every inch of space seemed compressed to its limit. The once-intangible space seemed to have solidified into an indestructible substance, brutally crushing everything around it.
The protective spells he had prepared in advance activated at once.
A transparent film of energy enveloped the puppet. As the spatial pressure forced it inward, fine ripples immediately spread across its surface. Benjamin narrowed his eyes. "No wonder almost no one can get in here."
Even a Level 8 being would probably suffer unbearable compression the moment they entered.
And this was only the outer edge.
Benjamin raised his head and looked into the distance.
This place could not even be called pitch-black.
Pitch-black at least implied the presence of a color, but the world before him was utter nothingness, without a single reference point by which to judge distance or direction.
The only thing that offered any sense of orientation was a white point of light floating silently far in the distance.
In this boundless void, that soft white light was like the only beacon shining in a dark ocean, carrying an indescribable allure. The moment Benjamin noticed it, he felt an instinctive attraction rising from deep within him!
His legs took a step forward almost without being commanded.
Benjamin's expression changed instantly.
In that brief instant, the protective reserves of his Mystic Gang Mortal Dust Barrier had been completely drained!
That power pierced straight through his mental defenses, traveled along the mental link between him and the puppet, and ultimately acted directly upon his