"Why aren't we being attacked anymore...?"
Celestina's quiet voice reached Yelena and the others at the front.
Yelena didn't respond, her gaze fixed ahead.
She knew it was crucial for her to stay vigilant—her eyes were sharper than most here, and her instincts were finely tuned.
But that was precisely why she was on high alert.
Because...
Her instincts weren't warning her of anything.
No danger.
Nothing.
It felt as if the first floor was completely deserted.
A floor that should have been teeming with void creatures, especially prowlers, was eerily empty.
And no one knew why.
They just kept walking.
Everything looked the same, like a distorted mirror image.
Celestina spoke quietly with Lumine and the others as they moved, but the cadets were starting to lower their guard—unlike Yelena.
She couldn't blame them.
Your gift is the motivation for my creation. Give me more motivation!
Also, please give me all of those golden tickets and power stones you have hidden!