The darkness, like ink, began to erode inward from the edges of the projection space.
"What is this...?"
Sarlin's smile started to become unnatural. She felt an unprecedented sense of threat:
"Has the historical projection space been invaded by external forces? That's impossible..."
As the darkness continued to spread, the rules of the projection space began to undergo fundamental changes.
Massive shadows slowly emerged from the void.
Their shapes were indescribable in conventional language—part tentacle, part root, and part nerve network of some ancient creature.
Sarlin's complexion began to pale.
She knew exactly what this meant.
Entities several levels above her were forcibly intervening at this historical node.
Moreover, it was clear they were coming for her.
"I am a direct subordinate of 'Void Spider' Maggs!"
She tried to take the initiative, hoping to resolve the crisis through her powerful backing:
