"It doesn't matter if he hears this next part," Jin Xueli said softly. "I hope my words can help you break free from some of your shackles."
Her voice was an echo, a dance accompaniment that followed the music yet always remained a step behind.
Jin Xueli was also an amplifier—she took Mai Mingle's low, muffled voice and clearly formed it into words, transmitting them into Chaisi's ear on the other end of the line.
Mai Mingle sat beside the monitor, her mind still reeling with waves of dizziness.
Having been suddenly flung from the underground hall back to the first floor, she felt as if half of her hadn't caught up—as if it had been left behind, lost and unsure how to return to her body.
Her wish had come true—she really had been teleported out of the underground hall, and thank goodness she'd thrown off the headset in time—but to what extent that wish had been fulfilled remained an unknown.
'The Illusion is truly incredible—how on earth did it do that?'
