The Secret Realm agents in the central ruins all feel like they're in a fantasy.
It was supposed to be an arena, how the hell did it turn into a battle royale?
Everyone is running away, hiding, all the rules have become irrelevant. They only need to accomplish one goal, which is to avoid that demon from the fog as much as possible.
However, it's not enough to just dodge the red eyes.
They don't know which despicable trap master is maneuvering in murky waters in such a place; it's fine to escape, but they also drop traps, and that guy's Spiritual Power seems terrifyingly high. The Explosive Traps are set up like damn anti-tank Earth Thunder; those with slightly weaker physiques restart on the spot, while the stronger ones still get injured.
Everyone can feel that this night might be the longest one in their lives.
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Michael's mental journey is quite tumultuous.
When the fog first appeared, he thought he was favored by heaven.
