Caelus broke through the barrier and saw what was on the other side.
He immediately frowned seeing the sight.
Players were going about their day. But something was wrong. Everyone seemed to be following an order.
The people in the streets walked in long queues, like an assembly. Some of them had empty, lifeless looks on their faces.
And yet others walked right past them like nothing was strange. They did not spare the lifeless ones a single glance.
It looked like a town full of puppets.
Like an experimental ground.
"They are all mind-controlled," Caelus mumbled under his breath.
Just then, he heard clapping from behind him.
"Well done, Player 555. You understood the heart of my power. Very impressive. You are such a smart man. I appreciate that about you."
He turned around slowly, his expression grim, and saw the one behind it all.
Faust.
