The team members were clearly standing on the safe path, but he somehow moved to the edge of the dangerous dock, just one step away from the White Water River.
Realizing this, his mind's perception was like paper being crumpled into a ball, wildly blurred and chaotic.
Yet under the gaze of all the team members, Garcia paused, and a ruthless, ferocious smile suddenly flashed across his face:
"To hell with your illusions!"
Instead of shooting at the team members ahead, he pulled out a palm-sized alloy square box from his waist and pressed the switch.
A dim green light ball popped out with a "pop".
"Want to play this game with me? I'll play along with you!"
He grinned viciously, flipped open the visor of his battle armor, and grabbed the light ball, shoving it into his mouth.
In an instant, countless green veins crawled up his skin from his throat, and the scene before him shattered like a broken mirror.
Upon closer inspection, where were the team members?
