"We're still alive… right?"
Zara struggled to lift her head, her body passing through the shimmering golden threads and faint, flickering numbers.
The mansion around them had changed entirely. It now looked ancient—dusty and covered in cobwebs, as if abandoned for countless years. Scattered across the stairs and walls were several human skeletons.
This… was the mansion's proper form, stripped of all its former grandeur.
Outside, the snowstorm grew more violent by the second, accompanied by deep, earth-shaking roars and the sound of something collapsing repeatedly. This dungeon couldn't hold out much longer!
But at that moment, all Zara could focus on was the horrified expression on Susan's face. She heard Susan mutter under her breath:
"No… it's not over. Next… it's us."
The moment she spoke, everyone felt the pulling force grow even stronger.
"Hic… hic…"
Prophet's body was still trembling as he sat on the ground, unmoving, too afraid even to lift a finger.
