Drip-drop...
Tick-tock...
Surrounding him was pitch-black darkness, his feet submersed in a bone-chilling pond.
Above the surface stood a man in a black overcoat, his head bowed, a cracked, fragmented mask covering his face.
His demeanor was cold and grim, yet beneath that, an elegance shone through, reminiscent of a gentleman from the previous century.
It was the Evil Spirit Du Wei...
This place was the so-called Spirit Lake.
Beneath the surface, an entirely different scene unfolded.
There was no reflection, but instead a different visual perspective appeared.
In the image, the edge of a Black Umbrella could be seen, beyond which lay a street, and a little further, the destination was within reach.
After a long while.
A voice identical to Du Wei's echoed, "The one who knows oneself best is always oneself."
"You think you can leave this place, but in reality, it's just what I let you believe."
