Chapter 597 We Were Once Suppressed

Aria raised a brow. "Aren't all manifestations like this? For the ordinary person, your manifestations felt like another world too."

She hopped onto her bike. "Hang in there. I'm driving this in." She revved the engine.

If anyone else had been there, they would have noticed how the black-and-red bike vanished as it entered the villa.

Outside, nothing seemed to change when Aria barged in. Only one corner of the villa emitted black fog, as if an invisible door had briefly opened and closed.

Whenever she sought out the missing fragment of a soul, Aria always brought along an object deeply connected to the person—a token of familiarity or attachment.

Noticing that Toto clutched a small rubber duckie, a cherished companion in his unconscious state, Aria snatched it without hesitation and tucked it into her pocket.

Entering a manifestation typically required utmost caution; any disturbance could send the spirits within into a frenzy, especially when the conjurer was startled.

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