Gradually, she found some tricks.

For example, how to use the least amount of magic to interfere with the world in the mirror to the maximum...... At first, Loria could only write on a mirror, then she could gently move pebbles, and finally, with half of her magic power, she finally projected an ice spike into the terrifying world.

She often unconsciously wondered why those people were content with such bloody and horrific conditions.

Later, she will recall that she is in an illusory world, but she can see the real through a mirror, and those who are in the real must see all the unreal.

The closer she got to a certain moment, the clearer her chaotic dreams became, and she even knew when the end would come.

Loria tried to scare the men away, but to no avail except that the poor young woman had become more neurotic, and she tried to hurt them again - the first time it worked, the second time it failed, and they became vigilant.

She had three days left before the world in the mirror began to go against her dreams...... Her intervention led to terror ahead of schedule.

After wandering in the gloomy world for so long, she naturally knew how to maximize the distraction of reality.

At both ends of the scales are put into danger, goodness, and the opportunity to leave.

In the end, the idea of venturing and trying to return to reality prevailed, and she embraced the darkness that had once been avoided.

The moment she crossed the line, she sensed her magic begin to burn rapidly, and when her eyes could see, she summoned the power of the arcane and pushed the two men who were still alive away.

……

After a blank slate. The priestess regained consciousness, and then she shrunk back, subconsciously wanting to scream.

She finally held back, not because she was bold, but because she was too frightened—the goblin that had been by her bedside...... It should be said that the girl with a gray body and only scarlet eyes floated not far from her.

The priestess remembers the horror of 'seeing' at the moment when darkness fell. Calwi, the young man's body suddenly hung in the air, as if an invisible noose had strangled his neck.

After that, she lost consciousness.

It took half a minute for the panicked priestess to react...... It was all surrounded by invisible darkness, and she could see the girl's ghost or phantom or something. It's because she's emitting a faint layer of light.

Even if the light seemed cold, it still made people yearn for it, and for the priestess, it was the only light in the desperate darkness.

The girl didn't approach her, just floated far away. Look at her with a calm gaze.

"Loria?"

The priestess, who had finally calmed down, finally had the strength to take a closer look at the glowing ghost, and although it had become something resembling a ghost, its face still looked exactly the same...... She remembered the name of the little mage girl who had been in the group earlier, and tried to whisper inquiring.

Loria opened her mouth but couldn't make a sound, and then she nodded.

"Will you hurt me?"

Loria shook her head.

"You protected me?"

Loria nodded.

"Those terrible words before...... Stabbing the blacksmith...... You did it?" the priestess stared at Loria's face, a delicate and immature face, a pretty girl anyway. Although there was something slightly wrong in color and form, it didn't look like some evil being, she thought about it. Then he asked, "Do you know there's danger? You want to get us out?"

Loria nodded incessantly, and held out her thumb to the priestess, as if to praise her for her cleverness.

The priestess was no longer afraid of Loria, she let her guard down a little and moved closer to Loria.

Although verbose, timid, and very neurotic, in this atmosphere of despair. The pastor, however, unexpectedly did not lose her mind, but was able to keep her composure...... Her spirit is also strong.

"Do you know how to leave?"

Think about it for a moment. Loria nodded slightly.

The priestess moved closer to Loria, trying to use the spell of the Light to bring the light source. Seeing Loria shake her head hurriedly, she interrupted the spell, and a moment later, she took out the candle and flint from her bag.

This time Loria didn't shake her head, and the priestess lit the candle with flint, and the sacred candle blessed by the High Light Priest sent a warm halo that illuminated a small area.

The priestess wanted to scream again—she saw a small patch of ground beneath her feet, the cold, dilapidated stone slabs covered with eerie dark red marks, and the ugly bugs of the unknown were fleeing the lighted area.

The priestess finally held back her screams, holding the candle in one hand without even noticing the wax dripping on her hand, and covering her mouth tightly with the other hand to prevent herself from calling out...... When the real danger came, she was very good.

Loria sighed, no wonder the priestess survived to the end in her dreams...... Unfortunately, she still couldn't escape from here.

After acclimatizing to the new environment, the priestess finally let go of the hand covering her mouth, and she looked wistfully at the candle that shone with a faint light in her hand, as if she was indulging in it, and she leaned her face close to the faint flame, as if she wanted to merge herself into the warm heart of the flame.

Loria frowned, and she looked up, and although her body had changed into a strange state, it didn't seem to hinder her vision that could penetrate the darkness...... She grinded her teeth, it was disgusting.

Where the light and the priestess could not reach, hung countless upside-down corpses, some weathered, some gradually decaying, and in addition to that, there were six flesh and blood blurred, fresh ......

Despite having looked in the mirror countless times, Loria couldn't help but feel sick.

The magic continued to burn, and the light on her body dimmed with each passing moment...... The impenetrable blackness that hovered around them, too afraid to approach for fear of the light on her body, was twisting and wriggling, constantly trying to get closer to them.

Loria floated up to the priestess and tried to take her hand, but though she couldn't touch it, it caught her attention...... The latter took two steps back in surprise.

Loria pointed to herself, then to the burning candle, and made an anxious face, repeating it twice, and the priestess understood what she meant.

Time is running out.

Loria doesn't know what will happen when her magic burns out...... She shouldn't have pierced through the darkness to get here...... She doesn't belong here.

Regret didn't help, only to escape from this place first.

She turned and floated slowly forward, the priestess holding the candle following carefully behind her. (To be continued)

ps: I saw a book friend asking the group number again, so I wrote it again, 30086315

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