After leaving those words behind, Moer flicked her ponytail. A wave of heat swept in, blazing fire flashing before Bai Heng like a blade of light.
Very soon, Bai Heng clearly felt tremors rising from beneath the ground. Swarms of Insectoid Spawn swept in, blotting out the sky.
Behind them, the broodmother in the Asdana Star Region opened her crimson compound eyes. Her serrated scythe-blades were like two black iron curtains, obscuring the heavens.
Beneath the broodmother, her swollen insectoid body writhed as it constantly expanded and contracted. Each time her mandibles opened and closed, newborn Insectoid Spawn poured forth.
At most, three System Hours remained before this broodmother swept across this land.
And what Moer and the others faced now was merely the vanguard of this swarm.
Bai Heng took a step forward, yet did not leave the camp.
He extended his hand and made a grasping motion through the air, only to feel a force of restraint preventing him from closing it, leaving his hand suspended.
Seeing this, Bai Heng's gaze darkened slightly.
"Is this all The Family's hospitality for guests who have traveled so far?"
The instant his words fell.
Countless silver threads emerged. They stretched from every corner of the dreamscape, winding around Bai Heng's arms and binding his movements.
At the same time, the surrounding space unfolded like mirrors, seemingly isolating the dream Bai Heng had originally fallen into.
"You cannot draw that blade."
A steady, solemn voice seemed to come from behind Bai Heng, yet also from all directions, making it impossible to discern its source.
They were like clamorous whispers, attempting to influence Bai Heng's thoughts.
"Though Harmony embraces all things, the Planet of Festivities will never welcome puppets of Nihility. Therefore, you have no right to draw that blade..."
Crash.
The mirrors