Chapter 395 – Shifting Stars
At the echo of a clicking metallic sound, the black box opened with a hiss, causing the sea of milk-white fog to quiver and churn restlessly.
The flaming pale eyes of both Push and Pull focused on the contents of the box.
It was all black, like the black of a bottomless pit, showing nothing except nothingness.
The sight of it sent a surge of tension through the twins.
Slowly, Pull turned his head, staring at Push, his twin.
"No going back, Push. No going back." Pull said, his voice heavy with an undercurrent of worry, "Our actions will be sensed by some."
"Matter not! Matter not!" Push shook her head vehemently, her eyes resolute.
Then, with unyielding courage, she stretched her right hand and plunged it deep inside the box.
Her hand disappeared inside, as if swallowed by emptiness. Instantly, a pain sharp like the tip of a spear pierced her hand, then coursed through her whole body.
