Zixuan still couldn't move. Her grip on her weapon wavered, her fingers trembling as though even they had lost the will to fight. The floor seem to have glued her in place.
How was she supposed to interfere with something like this anyway?
Her breaths came short and ragged, panic tightening around her lungs. Think. Think! But her thoughts unraveled the moment her eyes landed on the impossible.
This wasn't something that courage alone could overcome. This wasn't something she could outwit. This isn't just some stupid horror or psychological games. This is beyond any logic.
But—"I-I have to do something. Move! Move, Zixuan!" Her voice trembled as she forced the words out, desperate to will her body into action.
Her fingers twitched, slowly, sluggishly responding to her command. She was just about to launch herself forward when she heard Cecilion's faint voice once again.
Low, eerie, barely a breath against her ear.
She gasped. "Cecilion... Cel, please where are you?"
