At this moment, the outside world was devoid of screams.
The earlier horrors seemed as if they had never occurred, with even the sounds of singing and dancing drifting from afar.
Annie slowly got up, looking towards the bustling street.
Confirming that everything was indeed as it had been, she collapsed to the ground, drained of all strength.
"Still want to move?" Alan looked down coldly at the Lord of Fire.
Then, he raised his right hand.
"No, no, no! It's all a misunderstanding!"
The Lord of Fire quickly raised his hands, a forced grin on his bruised face.
After intimidating the Lord of Fire, Alan turned back to Annie.
"Hatred can temporarily blind us, driving us to do things we regret for a lifetime. I believe you're not that kind of person. Alice... she believes in you too," he said softly.
Hearing this, Annie slowly turned to face Alan and Alice.
