Right at the entrance. She was… different. Elegant.
Draped in ancient garments, a thin veil covering part of her face. She laughed softly, her voice echoing unnaturally.
"Honestly," she said, her tone amused, "I never expected someone to bring something like that here."
Her gaze locked onto the talisman. "But it was worth it."
Her smile widened. "That thing might stop a hundred-and-fifty-year spirit…"
Her voice dropped, turning cold. "But I… am two hundred years old."
Her expression twisted into a dark grin. "Are you ready?"
At once, everyone screamed.
Meanwhile, on the livestream, the viewers saw nothing. Just an empty entrance.
"What are they doing?"
"This looks fake. Honestly, they should have hired some actors."
"If you're going to act, at least rehearse properly!"
The comments flooded in, mocking and confused.
But far away, Lana saw everything clearly through her ability.
Her face darkened.
