The scene shifted. A freezing wind swept along with the snow, buffeting the Drone until it nearly fell out of the sky.
In the city below, Deirdre drifted through the streets like a ghost. A thin mist rose wherever she passed, creating a strange phenomenon: snow mingled with fog, casting the world in dim, gloomy light, like a Gothic film from a bygone era.
The beautiful, fragile figure wandered through the city, while killers lurking in the white mist stirred, eager to tear her apart.
The sculptures were multiplying. According to the figures Li Yang had sent back, their numbers had doubled from over two hundred to over four hundred.
Actually, these sculptures would have been easy to deal with. If this had only been a normal instance under 730's control, the players would simply have needed to learn about the myth of Pygmalion from the clues, then deduce how to deal with the sculptures.
And there would generally have been no more than twenty players, with few couples entering the instance together.
The players' main task would then have been to find the fourteen pieces of Isis's husband's body.
Unfortunately, this was no ordinary instance. It was an unexpected instance that had descended without warning and dragged a thousand people into it.
With over a thousand people involved, having only fifty-six couples in love was already a blessing amid the misfortune.
Fifty-six couples, a hundred and twelve people. Because of earlier mistakes, three men and two women had already died, leaving fifty-two couples, a hundred and four people in total, who had spawned 429 sculptures.
And the number of sculptures continued to rise steadily, without pause.
The more sculptures there were, the larger the instance grew. Those outside could only watch helplessly as, like a tireless trapped beast, it