Dialan twisted it open as easily as opening a bottle of soda, allowing the toxic Ether to escape without dodging or covering her nose and mouth.
On the contrary, she lifted the bottle filled with potion and poured it down.
Gulp gulp...
Dialan released her grip.
Clang!
The empty bottle hit the ground, and Dialan stood upright, her eyes rapidly changing colors from exquisite gold to pale silver, shifting like waves.
The view gradually dimmed, sounds became increasingly distant, and then it turned completely tranquil.
"Oh ho? You haven't been here for a long time."
A warm male voice echoed in Dialan's ears:
"I still remember your name—Dialan, 'Executer' in Haines language, it's a good name. Do you remember me? Little Yalan."
"I... don't quite remember."
Dialan gently shook her head, the world around her spinning, gradually blurring the line between dream and reality.
"Alright, then let me tell you."
The man said amiably, unfazed:
