A Mystical Mansion

Nestled in a secluded island lied an extraordinary ancient mansion. Unlike any other abode, this mansion didn't seem to be a palace of residence. It was shrouded in the fog of mystery, making the people who stepped before it hesitate.

"Should we enter first?"

Shirley asked, her expression more solemn than the playfulness she displayed before.

Isabella and the others looked at her. Her meaning was clear: letting opponents enter first to get caught in traps. However, this also carried the risk of treasures being taken away if their opponents were able to resolve the pitfalls faced inside.

"No, I think Zenova Artoria is an expert in formations. She should be aware of most Immortal Emperor formations, so even if she couldn't make the traps inside collapse, she should be able to navigate out rather easily. It's better if we take the lead."

Isabella responded.

"…"