The bodies of several independent players standing not far away had begun to show unusual signs. One man furtively reached out to touch the candy-cane fence decorating the roadside. The moment his finger touched the glossy layer of sugar, the number on his chest plummeted from 93 straight down to 85!
Only then did he seem to snap out of a trance, slapping his forehead in dismay.
Clearly, the lower their level, the more alluring the things here were to them.
The contamination was beginning to gnaw away at those who were careless.
"The Night Circus sounds pretty interesting. I like circuses too. Let's go." Adrian curled his lips into a smile, his blue eyes brimming with excitement as he looked toward the enormous, tattered red-and-black tent in the far corner of the plaza, where the muffled sounds of horns and drums drifted over.
Ember seemed to think of something and suddenly curled his lips into a faint smile. "Maybe you'll even get to work as a performer in there."
