Chapter 54: Fractured Reflections
The underground city's oppressive atmosphere weighed heavily on the remaining Anomalies as they dispersed into its labyrinthine streets.
Each member, tasked with gathering intelligence, found themselves immersed in a world where the line between human and spirit blurred beyond recognition.
002, her black hair tucked beneath a nondescript cap, wove through the crowded marketplace. Her keen eyes darted from stall to stall, taking in the bizarre wares—crystallized emotions, bottled dreams, and organs of creatures that defied description.
She suppressed a shudder, her disdain for spirits warring with her curiosity.
"Fresh nightmares! Get your fresh nightmares here!" a vendor called out, his multiple arms waving jars filled with swirling black mist.
"I'll pass," 002 muttered under her breath. "Got enough of those already."
