Click, click, click—
At this moment, the silver mirror projection on the table suddenly became unstable, twisting into noodle-like shapes, as if some unforeseen event had occurred, accompanied by harsh static noise and alarms.
Only Sakaz's voice remained calm despite some distortion: "Sorry, the signal is being interfered with, there's a situation here that needs my attention."
"Manfred, I'll leave the fourth base and the explanations to you."
The blond Sakaz man nodded.
Beep.
Sakaz's image disappeared from the room.
However, the impact he had brought to the idol girl was far from dissipating.
Miss Yao's slender body trembled slightly, her delicate hand gripping her microphone magic staff tightly, as if holding onto the only thing that could provide safety, she murmured: "What… does it mean?"
Was the original plan?
Her… death?
Manfred picked up the conversation: "Miss Yao."
