The pitch-black doorway gaped wide open, like a man-eating maw greedily awaiting its food, welcoming Luther and the others.
"Dream Infiltration failed. Get ready—we're going in," Edward instructed. "Against a Sequence 6 Rose Bishop, watch out for her flesh and blood. Any of it could become a bomb. Pay special attention to the True Creator's mental contamination. Don't look at what you shouldn't look at, and don't listen to what you shouldn't hear!"
His gaze lingered especially on Luther, because theoretically, Luther was the most susceptible to being affected.
No need to worry. I actually have a cheat...
Of course, Luther did not say that aloud. He merely nodded to show that he understood, then followed Edward and the others cautiously into the building thick with the stench of blood.
Once inside, the bloody smell was not as heavy. Instead, it was replaced by a peculiar fragrance. The light was not as dim as it had appeared from outside either. Everything was bathed in a dark red glow, and under that light, they could barely make out the furnishings within.
They were standing in a hall, with staircases leading upward on both sides. The rear half of the building was blocked off by a door. The door stood half-open, and a red glow shone from within—it was the only source of light in the house.
A woman sat in front of the door. Draped in a white robe, she had a shapely figure. With the light behind her, the glow from beyond the door outlined her in a crimson halo.
And her face... was exceptionally beautiful.
That was right. Even though they were enemies at the moment, Luther had to admit that she was among the most beautiful women he had ever seen, enough to rival his younger