The wisp of aura remaining in that vertical pupil gave chase, battering the countless human sculptures conjured from that sheet of paper until they were mangled.
But that single collision severely disrupted the vertical pupil, stripping it of the ability to continue tracking Mao Feiyang's aura.
The vertical pupil surveyed its surroundings indifferently, then silently faded away.
Only a mass of mangled Humanoid Sculptures remained within the blossoming layers.
The broken sculptures floated within the layers. No one knew which one cried out first, but the rest began clamoring along with it:
[Lin Yi, oh, Lin Yi...]
[...We're waiting for you...]
[You'll take us away...]
[You will...]
[Lin Yi, oh, Lin Yi...]
[...Lin Yi... oh, Lin Yi...]
The moment after Mao Feiyang threw out the page, the world of layers that kept unfolding like petals abruptly reached its end.
Lin Yi saw the flower's center-it seemed to be a dark corridor, one that felt unbearably oppressive at first glance.
As the petals unfolded, Mao Feiyang's body dropped into that corridor as though falling.
Just as he was about to leave the layers, a ring of light resembling a teleportation gate appeared around him. He passed through it and landed in the corridor with a splat, like a lump of modeling clay.
At the sound, lights came on throughout the corridor, stretching all the way to its dark, indistinct end.
Lin Yi's consciousness was also thoroughly dazed and disoriented. Once he recovered, he hurriedly examined his surroundings.
This was the "Principal's Office"?
Why was it... so different from what he had imagined?
This almost endless corridor, this dim lighting... why did it look more like a prison?
He looked overhead. The ring of light behind him had already contracted and vanished, becoming a ceiling with an incandescent light glowing on