"Phew."
Lu Xiu looked at the gloomy asylum ahead and let out a long breath.
Sure enough, pressure could bring out limitless potential.
The outrageous stunts those Builder Groups had pulled had forced Lu Xiu to pick up the pace, and the entire instance had taken shape in no time.
It was a rainy night.
The wind drove the downpour against the asylum's mottled walls like a whip.
Scaffolding creaked in the wind. Streetlights on the asylum grounds flickered in the darkness, casting the dead trees around them into twisted, ghostlike shadows.
Looking up, she could make out the Gothic spires of the main building whenever lightning flashed. Faint wails and sickly gasps drifted from within. The place seemed like a beast lurking in the night, jaws open as it waited for prey to walk right in.
Even from a distance, she could almost smell rot and blood in the air. Oppression, despair, and helplessness washed over her.
"Schools, asylums, and hospitals really are natural horror settings."
Lu Xiu felt little as she looked at the prison of despair she had made with her own hands. It brought back unpleasant memories of playing the game, but building an instance meant constant adjustments. After going back and forth through every scene with the interactive core—the protagonist—she had begun to lose her fear of them.
They were still creepy as hell.
But she had seen it all before.
With that thought, Lu Xiu raised her fair-skinned arm and swept it gently through the air.
The night and its sheets of rain collapsed in an instant, receding like a tide.
The rain stopped.
The sky cleared.
A smear of dark red sunset appeared at the far horizon. Several old streetlights outside the asylum flickered on one after another, spilling a pale, cold glow.