Annan didn't hesitate for long.
He lay in bed, grasping Gerald's broken bones.
He felt an odd chill seep into his veins... and found it strangely comforting.
...Four seconds, five seconds... twelve seconds, thirteen seconds.
Finally, Annan's vision began to blur.
The environment around him gradually became tranquil and dark, and a prompt appeared before him:
[Detected an unpurified Nightmare Shard]
[Level requirement: Bronze-tier or above]
[Profession requirement: Wizard]
[Special requirement: Must have killed before]
[Requirements met, falling into nightmare in ten seconds, ten, nine...]
All of a sudden, Annan felt his consciousness rapidly plummeting.
He had no idea how long he had been falling until, at a certain moment, he suddenly came to.
Before him was darkness, with data streams flashing by rapidly:
[Falling into the nightmare, creating instance...]
[Instance difficulty is set to hard, with a maximum of ten entries]
[Current purification rate is 1/10]
