A seemingly endless mist hung over Yharnam, making the entire city look like a giant snow globe.
That impression was especially strong when looking down from high enough above the city.
Above Yharnam, a city filled with mist and blood.
Lu Xiu floated quietly a hundred meters above the ground.
Her figure seemed to have merged completely with the surrounding gray mist. At that moment, she was staring blankly at the snow-globe-like scene below.
Down in the instance, neither the tightly wound Frans players who had just escaped death nor the instance monsters acutely sensitive to blood energy could detect her presence.
Lu Xiu lowered her eyes and quietly spaced out.
Ever since the instance began.
She had been running around the various mirrored instances, mainly because she had nothing else to do.
She could not participate in the instance's progression and could only wait for players to arrive as their mentor. But it would probably be a long time before any players reached her... As for anything else, such as granting certain players revelations, the system would not allow it.
Helping them was even more out of the question.
All she could do was watch and look for promising prospects. If she found any, she could disregard the system's evaluation mechanism after they cleared the instance and specifically choose them to become Berserkers. This was also a privilege of the class progenitor.
The problem was that the players were progressing far too slowly... There was nothing to judge yet. They were all still suffering at the big guys' hands, getting beaten up by either the axe-wielding big guy or the brick-wielding one.
Lu Xiu found it rather boring.
Besides.
Even if she knew certain players had talent, it meant nothing if they could not clear the instance.
So Lu