Quiet!
It was quiet, deathly quiet. The Illusionary Realm was extremely unstable under the influence of two powerful forces. The surroundings flickered in and out of existence as if the scenery was a television with a poor signal, bespeckled with snowy spots.
Guo Yi looked up at the void, the sky above seeming to be transforming as well.
Carmelo had vanished without a trace, his whereabouts unknown.
Boom!
A thunderbolt struck from the sky, and the scenery around gradually disappeared.
Slowly, darkness fell, and the pitch-black night sky began to envelop everything. The sounds of crickets and other insects reached his ears. In the sky, the moon slowly emerged from the clouds, casting its pure light down from above.
"Has the Illusionary Realm actually collapsed?" Guo Yi muttered in confusion.
Splat...
Not far away, a white figure spat out a mouthful of blood. They looked at Guo Yi in disbelief and then slowly collapsed.
