"I... I..."
In the foggy transfer area, Buckley touched his neck, the overwhelming fear of facing death left him unable to regain his composure.
"The Spirit Space is too realistic, not at all comparable to those so-called Simulation Illusions..."
He murmured.
The cold of the longsword, the choking feeling as his throat was cut, the sense of consciousness fading away before death, and the sensation of being pulled into an abyss—it all felt incredibly real.
No wonder, the combat within the Spirit Space not only enriched battle experience but the immense terror between life and death further facilitated breakthroughs.
—Being stuck at a bottleneck wasn't scary, dying once would do.
Buckley gradually snapped out of his wild thoughts, recalling the recent battle.
A pure white combat space unfolded before him.
The hard floor, reflecting the shiny gloss of weapons, a figure holding a longsword, dressed in combat uniform, appeared hundreds of meters away from him.
