Ye Qingxue's brow furrowed. "And if it doesn't work?"
Ling Yu's lips curved faintly. "Then we'll know where the limits are."
Her team exchanged glances. It was reckless, but it was her. The woman who destroyed a Divine Anchor single-handedly and survived. The one who led them through the West's worst nightmare.
And so, one by one, they nodded.
Song sighed, shaking his head in mock resignation. "You're going to get us killed one day, Captain."
She smiled slightly. "If I do, at least it'll be memorable."
***
The gate loomed before them by dusk.
It was located just beyond the city's outer barrier, an enormous rift, suspended in midair like a wound in space itself. Black mist curled outward from it, distorting the air, making the surrounding trees bend unnaturally as if bowing to some unseen presence.
Blue energy flickered at its edges, forming patterns like veins that pulsed in time with a deep, otherworldly heartbeat.
