Deep inside the sixth floor of Herram Prison.
Within the illusion, a black-haired girl stood alone in a place filled with hazy lights and shadows.
Her green pupils seemed like two bottomless lakes, silently reflecting the changing scenery around her.
The black-haired, green-eyed girl, who had previously been inspecting the prison gate, suddenly felt the boundaries of the corridor twisting. The space began to ripple like a water surface, followed by a sudden onslaught of swords falling from the sky.
The blades and swords glowed silver, instantly piercing through the girl's body, staining the metallic luster with a layer of blood-red.
However, much like an immortal, the girl walked over these blades, step by step, remaining focused on her inspection work.
Every wound on the girl's skin was so deep it exposed the bone, fresh blood slowly flowing down along the blades.
Before long, this blood evaporated the moment it came into contact with the air, as if it had never existed.