Corridor, Nightmare, Depth Six.
Fu Qian observed the small chapel in front of him, his mind receiving enlightenment.
Although the size was quite miniature, it rather brought a peculiar sense of subtle happiness.
Indeed, saying so didn't seem incorrect.
Though the Witch brought him here without a word, this place undoubtedly belonged to one of the top secret corners of the Nightmare Corridor.
Demon Moore and the Dark Moon.
He appeared to be one of the top five big shots, not only corrupted by the former Dark Moon but even unaware of it.
And the other prisoners.
The reasoning was that until now, this place remained very quiet, with nothing untoward coming in.
Even the rust marks on his hand began to settle down.
"They can't pinpoint it yet."
At this moment, the Witch beside him affirmed, her tone calm and certain.
"But is this indeed behind the door?"
Fu Qian nodded, deeply feeling the wonder of this resting sanctuary.
