Mo Huyan stood motionless at the edge of the chamber, her figure frozen as she watched everything unfold.
For the first time since her fall into this cursed dimension, she forgot to breathe.
Her long lashes trembled, casting faint shadows against her pale cheeks as her gaze locked onto Wang Chen's silhouette. She did not dare blink. Not even for a heartbeat. Some instinct buried deep within her screamed that missing even a single moment of what was happening now would become a regret that followed her for eternity.
"This atmosphere…"
Her lips parted slightly.
Badum. Badum.
Only then did she realize her heart was racing.
Each beat echoed heavily in her chest, loud and invasive, as if it were trying to escape. An invisible pressure spread through the chamber, not violent, not oppressive in the conventional sense—but absolute. The air itself felt thinner, brittle, as though reality had been reduced to a fragile shell.
