Although not particularly bright, Reginald could be considered an action-oriented individual.
Without wasting time on meaningless threats, he took two quick steps back, and the next moment, luminous patterns flashed across his body.
Meanwhile, Amila deliberately moved closer to Fu Qian, her intent was clear—to keep an eye on this enigmatic individual in case of unexpected actions.
Unfortunately, she quickly realized the anomaly wasn't with Fu Qian, but rather…
"You two?"
In her field of vision, the patterns on Reginald's body swiftly interwove into a peculiar circular motif, dispersing into the vast gray mist with vibrations.
Taking a deep breath, he opened his eyes to find the two still standing in their original spots, and the shock made him draw another deep breath.
"I get it now. We actually transitioned from the nightmare into reality just now."
But before he could share his thoughts, Fu Qian suddenly clapped his hands, his tone filled with apparent realization.
