High up in the apartment building.
Lu Xiu had still been covering her face, agonizing over that abstract leaderboard while also agonizing over having become a target herself.
Until the sound of Prison Rock players landing came from downstairs.
Only then did she slowly lower her hand.
And the moment she lowered it, she sensed that something was wrong.
But before she could react.
The next second.
Gray-white fog had already seeped silently indoors. Without any warning, it surged in from every direction, swallowing the entire room in the blink of an eye.
Visibility around her instantly dropped to zero.
Lu Xiu raised her hand in front of her eyes. At about ten centimeters from her face, she could just barely make out the outline of her fingertips; any farther, and she could see nothing at all.
She turned her head toward where she remembered the floor-to-ceiling windows were.
—A vast expanse of white.
Her naked eyes could see nothing. Even the outline of the street outside the window had vanished. The whole world seemed to have been stuffed full of gray-white cotton.
Thick, sticky, oppressive.
At the same time, sound vanished as well.
Lu Xiu tilted her ear and listened. She could hear nothing outside. No wind, no footsteps, no movement whatsoever, as if everything had been cut off by the fog.
"So this is a Chosen talent?"
Lu Xiu stood quietly in place. There was no panic or helplessness on her stunningly beautiful face, only a touch of envy. "Impressive."
Her fair, slender fingertips gently brushed over a wisp of fog in midair.
Then she closed her eyes.
The instant her vision sank into darkness.
[Reverse Visual Imagery] triggered soundlessly.
As her mental power spread.
A visual image of her living room quickly appeared in her mind. All