The air in front of her shimmered as the system created a swirling vortex.
Su Jiyai stepped inside the portal. Before the portal closed she heard the system's slightly hurried voice,
[Warning! Warning! Error detected! Host stop!]
But it was too late. Her body was already plunging into the dimensional vortex, and the system's words were swallowed by the swirling light and energy around her.
Su Jiyai's vision slowly cleared, but a pounding ache radiated from every inch of her body.
Slowly she came to her senses.
The walls around her were stone, slick with some moisture she didn't care to investigate.
She was in a dungeon—there was no mistaking the oppressive silence, the almost ancient chill in the air, and the single throne directly in front of her, illuminated by a faint, ghostly light.
For the first time in a long time, Su Jiyai felt a cold, creeping dread settle in her bones.
