"What is that? It's that!!"
Sylvie herself, residing within, was also shouting.
She, too, looked in horror as the world was frozen, with everyone remaining still.
Crack
Outside the Crystal Wall, strange entities were entering.
These bizarre alien-like engineering teams were reconstructing the world order.
Each blood and flesh flying disc extended tentacles, absorbing the corpses on the street and the survivors who had turned into statues.
Gurgle!
Countless living beings were being recycled.
The earth was being reshaped.
At the moment she witnessed this, Sylvie only felt her entire body trembling with cold.
No wonder resistance was necessary!
The world truly is a stage play, with special staff cleaning the battlefield, preparing for the next act after each scene ends.
She seemed to understand all the historical truths.
A person dreaming.
But who would have thought, the one dreaming, the one reminiscing the past, was actually herself!
