Rita collapsed onto the throne.
Her right hand braced against the armrest, tightly covering her right eye.
At this moment, she did not have even the slightest spare energy to use soul fire to revive the beings killed beneath the gaze of the Overseer's Eye.
She really had nearly failed to hold on.
Not only because the Overseer's Eye's aggression had increased dramatically, but also because shortly after the battle began, the five-thousandth prison had been fully transformed into a world.
And as the five thousandth world appeared, her right eye underwent a tremendous change.
Cube.
Vine.
Acorn.
Fox tail.
Candle flame.
Mountain Isles.
One symbol after another flashed within her eye.
She had given away the sighs of the worlds.
In return, she had obtained the murmurs of Prisoners.
Prisoners did not like speaking to their neighbors.
Part of it was because of language barriers.
Another part was because their neighbors constantly changed.
