Chen Chuan's footsteps were distinct in the empty underground tunnel, each steady, rhythmic step echoing back at him.
However, as he drew closer to Meng Huang, his Second Self began to show strong signs of dematerializing, an effect that intensified the nearer he got.
Aunt Yu followed close behind, her hands now fitted with sharp-clawed Artificial Armor. After just a few steps, she seemed to sense something as well. She raised her wrist; the edge of her bracelet was gradually turning black. Then, she touched her earring and felt it growing faintly hot.
She made an assessment. 'Five minutes, tops…' she thought.
She glanced at the Jade Bracelet on Chen Chuan's wrist and the Hanging Ornament at his waist. 'This gear must be from the Processing Bureau,' she mused. 'It's a little better than mine, but not by much. It won't hold out for more than seven minutes.'
She gave him a grave warning, "Executioner Chen, beware the 'contamination.'"
