Luo Bingxin's pupils reflected a massive black building.
This enormous structure had a crooked, peculiar design, with black, glass-like scales tightly wrapping around it, making it impossible to see anything inside from the outside, enhancing the building's mysterious allure.
Having been part of Dark Rising for thousands of years, Luo Bingxin very much wanted to see what's inside this archive; she had so much she wanted to prove.
At this moment, Tremble was cheering on his chosen few contestants.
As he spoke, he suddenly sensed something amiss.
Behind him, a cold chill swept in, and the experts from Dark Rising, who had appeared normal just moments ago, now showed signs of tension and fear on their faces.
His animated encouragement had not only failed to inspire this group but had even instilled a sense of dread in them.
Perplexed, Tremble followed the gazes of the people he had gathered; what he saw gave him quite a fright.
The figures standing behind him were not human.
