The world seemed to crystallize before Meihua's eyes, a creeping frost spreading across her vision like delicate fractal patterns on a winter window. In just ninety devastating seconds, she had watched her entire party fall. Her gaze drifted to Marcus's crumpled form on the ground, his condition deteriorating with each passing moment. "What is happening?" The thought echoed through her mind as she turned to the grotesque sight of Hualing and Ambrose, pinned together against a tree by crystalline webbing. While Hualing's superhuman constitution might let her survive such wounds, Meihua couldn't bring herself to contemplate Ambrose's fate.