[Caution: Portal Activation Imminent.]
A shimmering portal materialized in the warehouse's center, emitting a faint hum. The survivors weapons snapped up, tense and ready for an attack.
As a figure emerged from the portal, Feng Yizhou's eyes widened in horror at Qingran's lifeless body on the futon. His chest constricted. "Qingran..." he whispered, frozen in shock.
The group watched uncertainly, unsure whether to intervene. Ruihuang's calm gaze swept the room, his voice low and firm. "Stay calm. He's not your enemy."
But Feng Yizhou didn't hear that. He knelt down beside Qingran, taking her cold hand in his. His heart sanking, and tears welled up in his eyes. "I'm always late.." he whispered, his voice cracking. "I should have been there. I should have protected you. How could this happen with five system users present?"
