As they drew nearer to the Queen, the shadows became thicker and denser, enveloping them in an eerie embrace.
Cradled in Noir's palm, Gu Luoxin felt completely secure and protected, but he couldn't help but worry about others whose fate wasn't as lucky as his. "Senior, Lucius, how are you two holding up?!" he raised his voice against the mournful cries and ominous growls of the shadows swirling in the air.
In lieu of an answer, the two of them merely gave him a curt 'hmph' as though saying 'don't worry about me'.
However, Gu Luoxin couldn't help but notice the obvious signs of strain etched on Noir's face, and the huge beads of sweat rolling down his temple. His pace had also slowed as though he was wading through quicksand, which was not far from the actual truth considering their current predicament.
