"I can no longer sense Brother...."
In the Tightening Grasp of the Blind Spot.
Yserine reached out and gently touched the door.
This door was the boundary of the Blind Spot.
Once outside, she would enter the juncture of the Black Sea and reality. That place was unstable, with unpredictable changes likely to occur at any moment.
"Just ten minutes ago, I could still sense him..." a hint of worry crossed Yserine's face.
She knew very well that her brother might have entered a very dominant Blind Spot.
The power of that Blind Spot had forcibly squeezed out the infiltration of the Tightening Grasp.
In theory, the Tightening Grasp was like a ship in the Black Sea.
And various Blind Spots were like docks, islands, or even continents.
She could dock there and conduct a shallow exchange.
But this time, the other side had forcefully rejected her contact and pushed her out as well.
