In an instant, the world spun around him.
It was as if a great wind had blown in from the long river of years, blurring his view of everything before him. Even the incomparably dim light began to sway.
The twelve figures, like demonic gods from another dimension, rapidly blurred and faded before Su Mu's eyes. The icy, deathly stillness around him vanished at once, replaced by the warmth of an afternoon sunset brushing through a hall.
Everything around him rapidly disappeared in this moment. Madness and mutterings scattered in the wind, while the ancient, frigid wasteland collapsed... Everything, everything, seemed to be vanishing.
Only he remained completely unharmed beneath the sweeping Long Wind.
Yet once all the abnormalities had disappeared, the Long Wind that had come from nowhere suddenly dissipated as well, allowing him to see everything around him clearly.
"Where... is this?" Su Mu froze.
When he came back to his senses, he realized he was neither in that flesh-and-blood Karst Cave nor in the other-dimensional wilderness. Instead, he was in a place that was exceptionally familiar to him.
Display cases full of figurines, a thoroughly messy bed, clothes giving off an odor... This was his own room.
Hadn't he gone to the Survivor Base? Why had he returned to his room?
Spatial transfer?
"Is this an illusion?"
Su Mu rubbed his temples. The indescribable terror from moments ago had nearly washed away the reason in his mind. Although he had recovered somewhat in that strange wind, his head was still a complete mess.
After taking an unknown amount of time to recover, he finally managed to spare some thought to examine his current situation.
First, he inspected himself.
"Hmm?!"
With just one glance, Su Mu's expression changed instantly.
The Exoskeleton Armor he had been wearing, the Plasma