After returning to the Room of Requirement, Harley sat on the edge of the bed and quickly composed herself.
She had only wanted to gather a little power associated with the Night Pathway—the gray-white mist that seemed to form where the River of Eternal Darkness eroded the outside world.
Who could have guessed she'd be so unlucky? Or that those seemingly immortal monsters had such deep schemes, leading her to blunder straight into a trap the Oldest One had set for her.
Even more absurdly, the trap seemed to have become a popular tourist attraction. The backup plans left behind by God Almighty and the Heavenly Venerable—two Pillars still competing in a resurrection match—had also appeared there.
And the two of them—or rather, the two Great Old Ones, the two Pillars—had helped her quite a bit. They had wanted to trip up the Oldest One and, along the way, increase their own chances of resurrection.
It was all suffocating and unbelievable, yet entirely reasonable.
The incident had served as a warning to Harley: never underestimate monsters who seemed to be asleep or dead, unable to interfere with the material world!
Harley wound a small lock of her hair around her finger and gently pulled. The ends broke off without a sound.
The black hair fell into Harley's palm and, with the aid of magic, transformed into a sheet of parchment and a quill.
Mysterious symbols representing the Demoness Pathway adorned the parchment's edges, while gorgeous patterns bearing the same significance appeared on the quill's shaft and along its edges.
The symbols and patterns glowed faintly, doing their best to block detection by Beyonder Abilities from the outside.
After all, she was about to write down some highly sensitive information. She had already planned to refer to things in various indirect