“Are you alive?”

She heard the voice again. For a moment, Lyla couldn’t speak. She wondered if the situation before her was part of a dream or reality. She even thought Finel could be mimicking Zich’s voice to torment her. Yet, it was clear that she wasn’t imagining or dreaming of these rough palms that were pulling her hand.

“Hey, are you dead? Feeling your current temperature, it seems you are still alive. Did you faint? Or is this not Lyla?”

“N-No, I am Lyla!” Worried that Zich might let go of her hands, Lyla gripped the hand that was clutching hers harder and yelled.

“Ah, so it is Lyla.”

Pop! In an instant, she felt the meat clump’s dirty and heavy weight that had been pressing her down disappear. Although she heard a scream full of pain in the background, she didn’t focus on it.

“What’s that stuff all over you?” Zich asked.

Pop! Another shock swept the surroundings again, and the legs of the meat clump disappeared. Yet, there wasn’t any injury on Lyla’s body. It was a surprising level of mana control. Lyla couldn’t put any strength into her legs and fell to the ground.

“What, is this place...