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[Paimon: The Headmistress absolutely cannot be hurt!! Paimon will be heartbroken too!!]
[Ningguang: Sigh... Everyone who fights for a better tomorrow is great!]
[March 7th: But some people aren't fighting for a better tomorrow! Like Otto!!]
Tesla: This guy... I should have seized the opportunity to kill him during the Second Honkai Impact!
And at this very moment!
While everyone's attention was focused on Theresa, who was falling helplessly!
High in the sky!
A sacred white light shone down from the sky; it posed no threat, and even... brought a sense of peace.
In Theresa's memory, she had only ever seen such a sacred light emanate from one person.
But next second.
The scene then shifts.
The perspective has now shifted to... Durandal, who is trapped in the imaginary space!
!!!
Although for a short time.
No one in the chat group knew whether Theresa was safe in the end!
But that final ray of holy light...
This also signifies that a turning point has arrived!
This also relieved everyone slightly!
[Sometimes ago]
The origin of the universe, the place where laws converge.
The meaning of time here cannot be understood using common sense, and the operation of things here cannot be calculated using mechanics.
[For ordinary people without special precautions, even maintaining their existence here is almost impossible]
But the girl was an exception.
Not long ago, she ventured deep into the heart of the imaginary space and escaped unscathed with the help of her friends.
[The Sumeru Mustard Seed faithfully recorded that precious experience for her. The girl originally thought that returning from the imaginary space to reality would no longer be difficult for her.]
It can't be said that she misjudged her own abilities... but at this moment, she did encounter some unexpected problems.
(What is that sound that's playing in my head?)
(I can't hear anything at all...)
(Strange... Is this noise some kind of entanglement phenomenon in imaginary space?)
Unknown noises circulate endlessly in this void, creating ripples.
The ripples overlapped, revealing a real spatial structure that then engulfed the girl.
in front of you.
A vibrant, highly saturated red desert landscape appeared before all the viewers.
“....!”
Durandal stepped onto the desert, her expression showing surprise.
"Although I have passed through that absolute nothingness, I have clearly not yet returned to the interior of the Sumeru Mustard Seed."
"Gernius's signal is very unstable and cannot be used for communication or precise positioning. Is it because of the noise we just heard? Or is it...?"
"In short, let's sort out the current situation."
Durandal frowned in thought.
“In the previous battle with the bishop, although I defeated him temporarily, he also found an opportunity to turn the tables and exile me to this imaginary space.”
"From a perceptual perspective, this place still seems to belong to the imaginary space, but..."
"The spatial ability used by the bishop, did it come from the Thousand Worlds One Vehicle? Did he randomly choose the place to exile me, or was there a deeper meaning to it?"
"—No, now is not the time to think about these issues."
"Whatever his methods and purposes, I should get back to the outside world as soon as possible. Just standing here thinking, I can't solve any problems at all."
"Gernius can at least point out a direction. Let's see what clues we can find along that direction first."
Think of this.
Durandal immediately took action as well.
Others don't know.
But she clearly understood...time was of the essence!
Otto's twelve hours was definitely not a joke!
Twelve hours later.
It's very likely that no one can stop him anymore!
Otto seized control of one divine authority after another.
Durandal also realized the seriousness of the situation with a profound understanding!
And it happened along Durandal's journey.
Countless imaginary monsters emerged on this crimson desert.
Because the power of the Star Armor is unstable here, Durandal had to expend considerable effort to continue her journey.
And in the chat group.
Everyone stared at the blindingly red desert.
There was also a moment of surprise.
[Ningguang: Is this... the imaginary space where Otto exiled Durandal?]
[Hu Tao: What a desolate and terrifying place!]
[March 7th: Durandal must come out!]
[Paimon: Is Principal Theresa alright? QAQ!]
Kiana: Everything will be alright!
[Qin: The appearance of that ray of holy light signifies a turning point!]
Theresa: That's... Cecilia's radiance! (Feather)
Theresa: But... how is that possible?!
And at this time.
The people in the chat group had no idea.
This bright red desert.
In the near future!
This will also be... the final journey of that destined bishop... through his life!
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And on the way.
Durandal found a strange message in a bottle.
Clues that seem to have been left by someone who accidentally entered before.
This is indeed a unique dimension within the imaginary space.
Endless history...it seems to manifest itself in some strange form within your subconscious.
In any case, given that I've been trapped here for quite some time... I need to write something to keep myself conscious.
I noticed something strange that shouldn't be here... Perhaps that's how some beings, having lost their true form, appear to me.
Perhaps everything I'm doing now is just a gamble with little hope, but one should always try again.
(...these are some very vague clues. Furthermore, the person who left the note seems to be facing insurmountable difficulties.)
Yulandel frowned immediately.
The uniqueness of this space exceeded her expectations.
Now trapped here... perhaps the situation is even worse than I imagined.
(At least the direction Gernius pointed in was correct; let's keep looking!)
Durandal was not discouraged.
They continued their search in the direction Gernius had pointed.
soon.
The next message in a bottle appeared before us.
After using the device to travel through several periods of history and memories, I was once only one step away from regaining my freedom.
But it was precisely when I was about to cross that final step that I failed, and everything came full circle.
As before, I was completely unable to control that power, let alone use it to pass the trials.
If you find this note, then I wish you good luck—don't end up like me, ruining yourself by repeatedly taking on challenges.
The contents of the note became increasingly difficult to understand.
However, the hidden dangers within made Durandal even more vigilant.
(The final step... the trial... the losses?)
(This space seems far more dangerous than it appears.)
After defeating wave after wave of imaginary monsters.
Durandal opened the third message in a bottle that had transformed from a point of light.
Although it seems to me that this is the twenty-eighth time I've attempted the challenge... the trial's adjudicator doesn't seem to acknowledge that at all.
Is it that it lacks this knowledge? Or...?
[Have I deteriorated to the point where I'm difficult for others to identify individually?]
So, did I actually have a name in the past?
[Never mind. Being trapped here, I have nothing to lose anyway.]
(...517)
(So this is what they call wear and tear, is it because we've been trapped for too long, or something else—)
(No, this information alone is not enough to make an effective judgment.)
And continue along the direction of Grinius.
Durandal, however, encountered something unexpected.
(This flower-like thing is....)
(Is this the device mentioned in the message in the bottle? It's hard to make that connection just by looking at it.)
(According to that person, I should use it to gradually get closer to the final arbiter.)
(And the clues in this area...)
Durandal then found a tattered photograph in the sand at her feet.
(Was this photo taken at... a place like Houmu Paradise?)
(The remaining parts don't seem to offer any clues...)
(Put it away for now.)