"She always kept apart from the crowd, watching others gather in groups from afar while hiding in a corner, alone and beautiful."
"She didn't dare speak, didn't dare talk to people, and didn't dare step onto the arena."
"Everyone treated her like an outsider, bullying and ostracizing her."
"Until one day, a kind man held a masquerade ball. Everyone wore masks, and no one could tell who was who."
"The little girl put on a fox mask and, for the first time, stood at the heart of the storm, basking in praise from every direction."
"That night, she was the brightest, most dazzling star at the masquerade ball."
"All of it was thanks to the fox mask."
"The little girl put on a mask, but also shed her disguise."
"She became fearless, daring to be herself."
"Gradually, the fox mask became a part of her. She wore it when she went out, when she slept—at all times. She even wore it during Soul Fighting matches."
"The fox mask gave her the courage to blend into the crowd."
"Now, that same fox mask is in your hands. Whether you wear it or not is up to you."
Bibi Dong spoke eloquently, pouring out every last bit of emotion.
Huo Nishang held the fox mask in both hands, her reddish-brown eyes fixed on the woman.
Was this... really going to work?
She put on the fox mask, only half understanding.
There was no Soul Power fluctuation at all. The mask was nothing more than an utterly ordinary object.
Yet with this simple act, the little figure called The Fear began to fade.
"With the mask on, no one knows what the face beneath it looks like," Bibi Dong continued. "She traveled, went shopping, and walked every inch of Douluo Continent. All the