The next second, the other three felt a chill run through their bodies, and when they came to, they found that everything around them had turned into shades of black and white. The mutants in their field of view immediately quieted down, no longer advancing or howling but instead stood in place, swaying as if sleepwalkers, their ferocious expressions gradually calming down. If it weren't for the cloudy grey-white eyes that still lacked any spark of life, one might be deceived into thinking they had regained their senses...
"Don't think too much, they've just quieted down a bit,"
Guxiaole took her steps toward the trio and smiled gracefully, "And that's only within my 'Ghost Realm'. See, those low-level undead outside of this man-made otherworld are still very fierce, so it's best not to stray too far from me. Once you leave here... I guess the only way back would be in 'spirit' form."
