Cold, dark, deep.
Everything around was chilling to the core.
Sharo felt as if she were in a deep sea that saw no light, filled with despair and suffocation.
There was no foothold beneath her.
She was like a rootless duckweed, floating in this pitch-black cold darkness.
Panic began to slowly spread in her heart.
At this moment, she suddenly felt a bit of regret.
In such an atmosphere, such a prayer environment, such an existence, how could it be a benevolent god?
This journey, she's afraid, bodes more ill than good...
But Sharo comforted herself in her heart, calming her emotions.
Even if it is an evil god, if there is a need, it shouldn't refuse her request. This is a win-win proposal, calm down, calm down...
This way, Sharo's mood stabilized a bit again.
But soon, the serene state she barely managed vanished instantaneously, as her heart thumped wildly.
Because, right before her eyes.
