Crack!
A sound like glass breaking suddenly rang out overhead.
Cyril instinctively looked up and saw the sky, perpetually shrouded in dark mist, as if someone had punched it. Dense cracks spread across it like a spiderweb.
Not again?
Cyril grumbled to himself. He was about to use Door Opening to leave the Mirror World when he saw the web of cracks in the sky rapidly mend before his eyes.
The sudden change left him momentarily bewildered, his hand frozen in midair as he reached to use Door Opening.
Only after the cracks in the sky had completely disappeared did Cyril lower his hand. He temporarily gave up on leaving and decided to explore a little farther.
As if sensing his thoughts, the Red Priest card in his hand suddenly grew hot, as though urging him onward. After glancing around, he chose a direction at random and set off.
More than ten minutes later, he stopped in front of a plaza where a tall, rectangular stone stele stood.
His Spirituality was screaming warnings, telling him not to go any farther.
After a pause, he looked up at the sky, still blanketed in dark mist.
During his walk, the dark sky had repeatedly cracked and healed, as if locked in a subtle, drawn-out tug-of-war.
...I wonder whether the God of Weather on Bansy Island is on the side trying to shatter the Mirror World or the side trying to repair it.
As the thought crossed his mind, a familiar, graceful figure suddenly appeared in the plaza ahead.
It was the beautiful young woman from the rickshaw, dressed in a qipao and fanning herself with a round fan.
The qipao-clad young woman smiled at him.
"You're back."
"Are you here to help me this time?"
Cyril frowned. After suppressing the unusual desire