The Undead were just about to say something when a forceful power struck their hearts, compelling them to stop in their tracks. Their figures began to distort and withdraw, and Serey, among them, experienced the same sensation.
"This is... a distorted path!"
Just as Serey identified the nature of the power, his figure began to rapidly distort and collapse, disappearing from the spot. The same thing happened to the other Undead one after another, and they reappeared in their respective rooms.
Bode, holding a long spear, sat on the bed and looked around at the familiar arrangement of the room. He immediately got up to try and leave, but this time, the door was locked tight, not budging no matter how hard he pounded on it.
"Wei'Er..." Bode softly called out.
In one collapsing vortex after another, the black cat's figure began to blur, unaffected by the power of the distorted path as if it were an illusion.
