Chapter 563 Persecution

• Wynter's eyebrow went up. "Formations are consistent throughout. For ordinary people, your formation is likewise like another planet. She then got back on her BMW Tomahawk. Hold on tight. We're entering. The motor roared. A black and red motorbike would have vanished into the villa if anyone had been there. Wynter had broken in, but nothing had changed outside. The black mist was being released from only a corner inside the home. An invisible door seemed to have opened and closed once more. To find it, one had to cling to something that was familiar and dear to the lost soul.
• Wynter had seen that Nixon had been holding a little yellow duck even though he was in a coma. It was a yellow duck toy that kids used to play with in bathtubs while showering. Without hesitation, she pocketed the duck. In general, it was preferable to enter the formation in a more subdued manner. After all, if the formation master was upset, the spirits within would grow more hostile. However, who would have thought that Wynter would ride in on a motorcycle? Kaspar would have undoubtedly declared it ridiculous if he had witnessed it!
• Two formations had previously been shattered by Wynter. The earlier forms had taken place in gloomy hotels or hospitals. But this was a distinct configuration. The sunshine was exactly right as Wynter broke in. The folks selling vegetables on the street were shocked by her motorcycle's abrupt presence and fled rapidly. "Hey, how about you check your direction?" In a very gentle Hawford accent, someone said. Wynter looked up and noticed people selling newspapers everywhere, along with steam engines. Nearby, students were planning events, and there was the Youth Daily, among other things.