Chaos Rose, and above the mist, an unknown place floated, rotating between the virtual and the real. The palace stood tall and majestic.
In the palace, the gray-eyed woman was tall and slender. Her chest was heaving up and down, and her eyes were incomparably cold. It gave her originally fair and beautiful face an indescribable wildness.
The clone that she had cut out was actually attacked, and even her chest felt as if it had been punched. This was unbelievable to her.
How could the host retaliate?
Countless eras had passed, and it was enough to prove that any host whose body had been imprinted with a mark would either die or become a servant, unable to resist them at all.
And now, something was wrong with her clone?
In an instant, she was about to make her move, to personally rush over and kill the host that had escaped her control and performed abnormally.