Nevare's Thing

The light from the Mana Lamp illuminated the entire room, providing a natural glow as if being outdoors. The air purifier made from the larynx of mutated animals circulated fresh air from outside. Despite being four floors underground, she felt as if she was outside.

Beautiful trinkets and luxurious furniture filled every corner of the room. A square mahogany table with a round mirror was positioned on the left side of the large bed. In front of the mirror, Nevare's reflection was complete with her red eyes seemingly locking gazes.

No expression showed on her face, only a discernible neutrality. However, her eyes seemed to gaze far into the mirror, wandering within the depths of her own thoughts. Her hand caressed her flat stomach, unlike the usual—this time, there was nothing alive inside.

"Sigh..."