"Continue?"
Hilveld tilted her head, her eyes like gemstones in the dimness.
Fang Hong raised his head to look ahead, nodding slowly but firmly.
"We're almost at the end."
He said, and then walked out the door.
Before them lay a dark, profound corridor, where all Phantom Realm illusions became mere phantoms, shadows all around like rising tendrils of black smoke.
And there stood a shadow right in front of them.
It was Hes.
The young girl's hands were pressed to her chest, as if cradling something, her gaze piercing through him to a place in the darkness where nothing lay.
As if she were waiting for someone.
Seeing this scene, Fang Hong's heart reached an understanding; he calmly took out the Heraldry—of course, it had now become the witness of a Sacrifice.
A shivering figure emerged from the shadows.
"Miss Hes, it's not that I don't want to help you, but... if it discovers us, we're all going to die."