"Awaken, Pan Demnim..."
In a daze, such a voice reached Pan Demnim's ears, or rather directly resounded in her mind, awakening her consciousness.
"Ugh..."
As her consciousness gradually awoke from its comatose state, it didn't make Pan Demnim feel comfortable; instead, it made her feel indescribable pain.
Intense pain seemed to come from every corner of her body, deliberately tormenting her, forcing Pan Demnim to let out a muffled cry of agony.
Yet Pan Demnim still managed to wake up smoothly, as if guided by a mysterious force, causing her to open her eyes.
As soon as she opened her eyes, Pan Demnim realized she was in a severely solemn Divine Hall.
It was the atmosphere she detested the most, filled with seriousness, holiness, solemnity, and stereotyped impressions, making her instinctively feel displeased.
But what made her even more displeased were the three people standing before her, quietly watching her.
It was a combination of one man and two women.
