The flowing light disappeared, and Negris found herself in a pitch-black void. All around her were countless glowing phantoms, densely covering the entire void. A rough estimate would suggest there were at least several billion. So Ange really summoned billions of consciousnesses here to fleece them?
Soon, these phantoms began drifting toward the center, gradually merging into a single consciousness light ball. Eventually, the only ones left in the void were the companions who knew each other.
Locke floated over, rubbed her head, and said, "You've gotten thinner."
"Pfft..." Negris spat out imaginary blood. Why was it always this line?
Feiti floated over, looking her up and down, and asked in surprise, "Lord Nage, why have you gotten thinner again?"
"I... This is a manifestation! I'm not thin!!" Negris retorted, hopping around angrily.
"Hehe, manifestation, sure, sure, you're not skinny, not at all." Feiti rubbed her head, twisted her words, and floated away.
