Time seems to have slowed down.
The shells "slowly" reach their peak in the air and "slowly" fall down.
"Let's make a deal."
The figure shrouded in countless black mists stands before the floor-to-ceiling window, turning around after witnessing the volley of artillery fire.
Gu Shen turns his back to the artillery and faces the girl.
He whispers, "I'll help you... take them out. Not just in the Dream, but in the real world, the kind of 'take out' where they can't escape anywhere. I will fill this nightmare for you."
"Deal..."
The girl looks bewilderedly at the black mist.
A dazed voice echoes in the chapel.
"This word isn't quite right, let me think..."
Gu Shen rubs his temples, wondering if it's the influence of the Netherworld King's Spark, as he finds himself using the word 'deal.'
"You don't have to change the word, I know what 'deal' means."
The young girl's demeanor suddenly turns determined, "I agree. What do you need me to do?"
"I need you to..."
