In front of Russell, there still stood those rows of floor mirrors he was extremely familiar with.
But now, they seemed to have lost their special abilities...
When Russell looked into them, they no longer revealed the appearance of Song Sparrow or Morgan.
No matter which mirror Russell approached, he could only see himself—it was as if they had truly become ordinary mirrors.
"... Container?"
As Russell walked around, he tentatively called out to his own demon, "God's container?"
But he received no response. His own voice echoed repeatedly throughout the Holy Palace.
In the hollow expanses of the Holy Palace, it seemed that only Russell remained.
He felt like a prisoner all alone, confined within his own mental world.
Looking up, there was no one to communicate with.
A sudden, instinctive fear grasped Russell's heart.
If one were to describe it, it was like that classic joke...
"Brothers, I have my college entrance exam tomorrow, can you give me some strength?"