Chapter 395: I am the Ornament
Screech—
From the rain curtain ahead came the spine-chilling sound of steel bones grinding, as if the listener’s own spine was being bent.
The sports car had retreated to its limit, with just ten meters behind it the ever-flowing Golden Flow. If they crossed one more thin layer of the rain curtain, the heavy weight of time would instantly crush their souls.
The most terrifying monster is time; it is everywhere, relentless, chewing on all beings, devouring civilizations.
In the virtual realm map, only three colors remained: the green safe zone where Ashe was, the “seeking one’s own doom” red zone painted by the heroic soul legion, and the golden zone of the Golden Flow.
Though the Empress had promised them time for love, she hadn’t said it would be enough space. The heroic soul legion was pressing in, leaving Ashe with no room to maneuver.
Ten meters beyond the rain curtain, the horrific and grotesque heroic soul legion was poised for action, ready for their midnight snack.
Yet they remained outside the rain curtain, their figures completely obscured by the Reverse Golden Rain. Ashe and his companions could only hear the rustling, gnashing, and scraping sounds, which was even more unnerving than if they had charged through—their imaginations led a grand rebellion in their minds, eager to overthrow the dictatorship of reason and welcome the arrival of the terror.
Besides the rebellious imagination, the court’s instinct for survival was also scheming. This thin layer of rain curtain allowed the rebel survival instincts to swell endlessly, singing triumphantly as it defeated the guards of dignity, smashed the inner minister of courage, and dragged reason from the throne, forcing it to kneel and surrender.