The attic was very dark, as though it repelled light on its own. The moment Anjebel landed inside, her entire figure blurred.
Li Ziran was far more cautious. Everything here reeked of strangeness, yet he could sense that this attic seemed completely separate from Oak Space.
He jumped down from the windowsill. Behind him, a fan turned with a squeak and a creak, the shadows cast by its blades flickering endlessly through the room. Within those shadows stood a very ancient loom.
The machine was ancient, like the kind Human Race girls once used to weave clothes. It had long since been completely phased out in the Human Kingdom.
Its wooden wheel and rotating axle were so old they were barely recognizable, tossed into a corner like a piece of junk.
Yet it was this utterly ordinary object that caught Li Ziran's attention, because Anjebel was pressed tightly against the side of the loom, as if clutching at a lifesaving straw.
Strangely, the oily green mist constantly drifting from above Anjebel's head vanished for no apparent reason. Her breathing grew steadier and steadier, her complexion rosier and rosier, and within moments she had returned to normal.
The instant she recovered, she patted her chest on instinct, let out a long breath, and smiled at Li Ziran.
Li Ziran was completely at a loss. How could an ordinary Primordial Elf evade Dan's control?
He could sense that every Elf within Oak Space seemed to be deeply controlled by Dan.
It seemed this green-mist incident that blanketed the entire Oak Space had happened before, which was why she knew how to avoid it.
He could not help frowning. This seemingly ordinary Elf had actually found a loophole in Oak Space.
Her identity seemed somewhat unusual.
"How did you discover this place?" Li