"Nine, I always have this feeling that landing on this planet was not a coincidence," Lora said, glancing around before whispering, "It's as if something is drawing me here as if guided by fate."
Marcus held her hand tightly. "Whatever it is, I'll face it with you."
"Okay."
Together, they walked down the long corridor.
Perhaps due to their exposure, the corridor had become even more damp, with a mixture of moist air and a strong scent of decay growing increasingly intense.
"Who goes there?!"
Several ice shards and vines flew toward them simultaneously!
The imposter was instantly struck, spilling green blood on the ground, but it quickly alerted other guards.
They couldn't open the passage here, nor could they release their mechs.
Marcus and Lora exchanged a glance and decisively chose not to engage in battle.
Instead, they headed towards the open space where the tree stood at the far end.