In the next moment, a potent gust of wind assailed her from behind, but Autumn had no alternative but to press on. When she glanced back, she was stunned by the sight that met her eyes—the Spectral Snare now hovered in the air, steadily expanding in size.

Autumn could no longer maintain her composure. Her once-present ruthlessness and madness now gave way to fear. Meanwhile, the Spectral Snare loomed ominously overhead. In a desperate bid, Autumn released a piercing scream that reverberated throughout the corridor, inducing a slight dizziness in Adrian. Those who were still conscious despite their injuries were swiftly rendered unconscious by her shrill cry.

Upon hearing the scream, the occupants of the lower deck instinctively lifted their heads, casting their gazes toward the ceiling. Yet, they could not discern anything amiss. Apart from the lingering echo of the ghostly wail in the air, it appeared as though no other event had taken place.

Larissa was taken aback by the scream,