"Ru."
"Yi."
Kiaria's voice did not travel through the air.
It entered their souls directly–silent, weightless, absolute.
Both of them straightened at once inside the false palace chamber, their cultivation rhythms faltering for a single fraction of a breath.
"Yes, Patron," Ru and Yi answered together, their spiritual voices crisp and perfectly aligned.
"You will remain inside the Ghost Prison," Kiaria said evenly.
"Conduct the task there."
"As you wish, Patron."
His eyes did not open.
"Do not extend your consciousness too deeply into the domain world," he added.
"This realm belongs to an evil beast. Its residual will and distorted laws can stain perception if you linger carelessly."
Ru inclined his head slightly.
Yi mirrored the motion.
"We will be cautious."
The space beside them folded inward.
In the next instant, both of them vanished.
–
They reappeared inside the Evil Spider's domain.
The Ghost Prison.
Soul pressure lingered everywhere.
Not oppressive.
