In Duncan's perception, two imprints in an anomalous state had caught his attention.

One of the imprints, of course, comes from the White Oak.

The ship that had been completely burned by him with flames still exuded a strong sense of "presence", roaming through his perception like a raging ball of fire, but he still couldn't determine the ship's true location - whenever he tried to locate White Oak, he only got a strange and vague result, which showed that the White Oak was somewhere next to the Frost City-State, which had long been blockaded by the Sea Mist Fleet and the Frost Navy.

Another sign of "something went wrong" is on the gatekeeper Agatha.

In the past period of time, Duncan suddenly found that the mark he had left on Agatha's body had been disturbed in some way, in the interference, Agatha's breath became several times weaker, and the position began to show the same blurred and distorted signs as the White Oak, he tried to confirm Agatha's state remotely, but was surprised to find that the other party's breath would completely disappear into the city-state from time to time.

Two faulty marks, a ship, a person, a different position, a similar state.

This is clearly worth paying attention to.

So he chose to investigate the matter himself after dark—the White Oak didn't have a clue for the time being, but Agatha's sigil still moved around Frost from time to time, and it should be around here.

Duncan lowered his head and looked at Shirley, who was looking around him.

The dog's perception as a ghostly demon might come in handy - and if there were any Annihilation cultists operating around here, it might be able to smell the "kind" as well.

As night wore on, the gas lights on both sides of the road were turned on, and the occasional night watchman's whistle or dog barking came from afar, interspersed with the sound of waves in the distance.

The streets were deserted during the curfew, and even some lights spilled through the buildings on the side of the road could not dispel the chill of the winter night, and Duncan led Shirley through another alley, and in his "vision", the flame representing Agatha was still walking and stopping not far away.

"Mr. Duncan, you said if that gatekeeper saw me...... Will it come with a sword? Shirley said a little speechlessly, "Just like Vanna saw heresy......"

"Gatekeepers don't use swords," Duncan said casually, "I've heard from Vanna that they use specially made battle canes and death realm magic to deal with heretics. ”

Shirley suddenly shrunk her neck and said nothing.

Duncan didn't bother with the girl's reaction, and after entering an alley, he stopped abruptly.

Shirley also stopped nervously suddenly, looking around vigilantly: "What did you find?" The gatekeeper in front? ”

“…… She's not in front, she's here," Duncan said calmly, his gaze slowly sweeping the alley, "and has been here for a while. ”

"She's right here?!" Shirley's eyes widened suddenly, as if she felt a cold wind blowing through her neck, she looked forward hard, and her heart became more and more empty, "What's that...... I can't see it, dog, do you see it? ”

"I don't see it," the dog's voice came from the shadows nearby, sounding sullen, "I can't see people and I can't feel the breath." ”

"Can't you even see a dog?" Duncan's brow furrowed slightly, and in front of him, the small cluster of flames representing Agatha burned silently a few meters away, faint and illusory.

The gatekeeper is here—she's resting here.

Duncan walked slowly towards the place where the flame was, but stopped again.

"Agatha" seemed to sense something, and the cluster of flames suddenly jumped halfway near him, and then quickly moved in the other direction.

Duncan looked up in the direction of the perceived cluster of flames, and suddenly, a flickering shadow on the glass window of a nearby building caught his eye.

He saw a vague figure running across the glass surface, and Agatha could be faintly seen in the outline.

Shirley, who happened to look up and around, also noticed the shadow, she almost screamed in fright, but reacted in time to cover her mouth, and only after the shadow flashed did she look at Duncan, and said with palpitations: "There was a figure just now!" ”

"I saw it, it was reflected in the window." Duncan spoke in a deep voice, his gaze still calmly ahead, and where Shirley could not see, he was still staring at the cluster of flames, which had already passed through the alley, flashed at the junction in front of him, and turned back and ran in the other direction.

He narrowed his eyes slightly, as if he was sketching out Agatha's state in his mind.

She seemed to be breaking through some kind of predicament, she might be injured or she might be tired, she took a short break here and then headed in the direction of Uptown—at the junction, something stopped her, but couldn't.

Duncan opened his eyes, and his gaze fell on the glass window not far away, and there was no Agatha in the smooth windowpane, only the shadow of the street lamp not far away.

"Reflection......" Duncan whispered, "interesting......

"Huh?" Shirley was still confused, "What? You've got it? ”

"Perhaps." Duncan said noncommittally, then stepped over to the glass window, raised his hand and snapped his fingers lightly.

A small cluster of flame leaped at his fingertips, illuminating his figure.

He looked at the glass window, and saw that the flame in his hand was reflected in the window, and the leaping light burned silently in the mirrored world like life.

Shirley watched Duncan's movements in bewilderment, and then saw the latter wave his hand lightly, dispersing the flames from his fingertips.

But a faint green light still danced in her vision.

Shirley slowly opened her mouth and looked at the scene in front of her in astonishment: after Duncan dispersed the flame in his hand, the flame reflected in the glass window showed no sign of disappearing—the reflected flame was still burning quietly, as if it had its own independent existence, burning in the mirror!

"This ...... What's going on?! Shirley looked up and pointed to the flames in the glass window and stammered at Duncan, "Why is the fire still ...... here?"

"A mirrored frost," Duncan slowly turned his head, a smile in his tone, "is merging with the real-world frost — great ingenuity, I personally think it's creative." ”

"Mirror ......" Shirley didn't understand it, but still subconsciously repeated the word, "You mean, there's also a frost in the mirror?" That 'gatekeeper' ran into the world of mirrors? ”

"Not exactly, but you can understand it that way," Duncan said calmly, turning his gaze back to the reflection of the still-calmly burning flame in the mirror, "There's a small rift here, but it's not enough. ”

"Not enough?" Shirley blinked.

"I need a more accurate positioning, a stronger connection," Duncan slowly reached out and touched the flame phantom in the mirror with his fingertips, "to ignite the world across the mirror, this fire is not enough." But ......"

He paused, retracting his finger.

The phantom of fire in the mirror flickered suddenly, and then disappeared into the depths of darkness, leaving only a faint trail of green that seemed to spread into the distance.

"It's enough to help Agatha."

……

How many fakes formed from "primitives" have been eliminated? And how many "avatars" did you destroy that blonde young man?

After more than four digits, Agatha was too lazy to count.

There was only one thing she knew, and the heretic didn't lie to herself - she was indeed trapped in this strange world, and there was no hope of getting out of it anytime soon.

The sky was dark, the clouds were chaotic, and the boundary between day and night had disappeared in this sunless "frost city-state", and it should be night now, judging only by the subtle changes in light between the clouds and the gas lights on the streets.

Agatha walked through a narrow alleyway, calming her breath and repairing her physical and mental injuries as she went.

Her black coat had been torn in many places from the continuous fighting, and the combat soft armor lining was also not lightly damaged, and the bandages and skin wrapped underneath could even be seen on her shoulders and flanks, and traces of blood seeped out from it.

In all fairness, the enemy is not strong, even the "incarnation" used by the blonde heretic is not very strong in the eyes of Agatha, the gatekeeper, and it only takes three or two minutes to solve it.

But they are endless.

This entire city-state is their "material" and "reserve force" for regeneration, and ordinary means of battle are meaningless here.

Agatha made her way through the alley, her mind racing through the calculations.

At the same time, she remembered the strange and terrifying feeling she had had just a few minutes ago.

She was resting in a dark alley when a terrifying aura suddenly appeared in her perception, the kind of coercion...... It even made her feel like her heart had stopped beating in a matter of seconds.

She hurried out of hiding before she had time to think about it, but then she looked back...... The terrifying aura didn't seem like something from this weird fake city-state.

That...... What is it?