She accused Aimou, and Aimou tried not to pay attention, reminding herself that Alice was completely dead, it was just a hallucination.
The chaotic hallucinations extinguished, but her sensory perception gradually began to distort.
Aimou wasn't sure if this was the influence of the Sword of Confession, but she started to feel that the heartbeat coming from Xilin's body was becoming increasingly clear, yet when she pressed her hand to it, Aimou couldn't feel any pulse.
It was as if this body was in a state of superposition between life and death, and needed some force to intervene to truly determine its state.
Aimou didn't know what that force would be; all she could think about was running away, but the rolling white mist behind her pursued with the relentless tide.
In this insanely evil atmosphere, the white mist grew thicker, becoming a massive surging white foam that enveloped the entire region, isolating everything outside, like a dimensional barrier.
