“[Of course. They wouldn’t leave any trace of the military in something like this… Anyway, Shinchang? Are they joining up with us right away?]”
“[We lost the connection.]”
Deung Liwa’s face darkened. She glanced back at Yang Gang, and the two traded quick words.
“[Have you figured out where the leak came from yet?]”
“[It might not have leaked from the inside. They would’ve been keeping an eye on the situation here from their side as well.]”
“[But does that make sense? To push things to such an extreme! It’s like everyone’s gone crazy!]”
“[Calm down, Riri. Honestly, we were a bit too relaxed ourselves.]”
Na Jo-yeon listened to them with a heavy heart.
It was early dawn, about an hour after Jioh had left. All of a sudden, the hotel “shook.”
The room tilted on a slant, and unbalanced objects came pelting down like hail.
Hearing the screams filling the corridor, Na Jo-yeon wondered for a moment if it was an earthquake—but it wasn’t.
The scene beyond the window right in front of her… the area around the hotel had become a maze.
“Reality Forgery — Spatial Manipulation, Maze-ification.”