And then, there was the ultimate problem: permanent death.
God only knew how many arrogant agents had lost their actual lives because they underestimated a physical injury in a primitive world. So, the System truly could not fathom why Heena had taken such a reckless, dangerous step. Throwing herself backward onto the hard ground wasn't just a simple parlor trick to fake an injury. There were rocks, hidden roots, and uneven packed dirt out in that courtyard. A single sharp stone to the wrong part of her skull could have caused a fatal brain hemorrhage. Letting her host body suffer such severe, genuine trauma made absolutely no logical sense.
Soon, three hours passed. The night deepened, casting heavy shadows over the Marcuset estate.
Outside Heena's mind, the physical world was descending into absolute chaos.
