Brianna was starting to wonder if she hadn't actually been rescued—if she was still trapped in the Black Cube.
Otherwise, why did it feel like her mind and body were about to drift apart, piece by piece?
But Brianna was no longer afraid.
Her feet seemed to tread on mist, leading her forward. It felt like floating, or swimming—anything but walking.
Her hearing had receded. She could still hear, but everything in the world sounded impossibly distant.
In her daze, she sensed Fu Tailan walking beside her, though he might as well have been on the other side of the world.
Was it the cigarette in his hand? Where was this endless, thick, swirling fog coming from?
In the vast, white expanse of the Human World, it seemed they were the only two, walking forward step by silent step.
Her consciousness floated high above the clouds, whispering: 'Go. He's behind the first door.'
'Go. Go kill him.'
She had no weapon, no Illusion. She was bare-handed, and her father wouldn't go easy on her.
