After finally pulling Isabella off the bed, John felt his Spirit plumt to a dangerously low level.
He checked and saw that his Spirit was nearly depleted!
Isabella slowly ca to and was startled to see John gasping for breath beside her.
"Why are you here?" she asked.
Just as Isabella attempted to stand, she suddenly felt an unusual sensation and looked down to find herself only in her undergarnts.
The wedding dress had been torn to shreds, scattered all around.
Noticing the change in Isabella's expression, John quickly explained, "The wedding dress and the bed had so sort of mind control effect; I had to do this to save you."
Isabella wasn't unreasonable and understood that John wouldn't have taken such drastic asures without urgent cause.
She nodded faintly but still looked at John sowhat uneasily.
"Thank you," she said.
However, being clad only in her underwear was indeed awkward.
She searched around for a while but couldn't find her original clothes, only a few spare wedding dresses.
Given what had just occurred, both of them felt averse to the dresses, unsure if they still carried any mind-controlling properties.
John scratched his head and pulled out a set of spare clothes from his system backpack.
"These might be a bit big for you, but you'll have to make do for now, as there aren't any other clothes available."
Isabella nodded slightly, "Thank you."
She was not fussy and imdiately started putting on John's clothes.
Although they were indeed too large, there were needles and thread in the room, and she quickly started making alterations.
John watched in astonishnt as Isabella skillfully adjusted the clothes.
"You know how to do this too?"
"Aren't you from House dici, a noble family? How co their young lady knows these things?"
"Hmm," Isabella responded, not keen on elaborating.
She quickly dressed and tried to put the needles and thread into her ring, only to find it seed to have malfunctioned.
Seeing this, John quickly relayed everything he knew about their current situation.
Upon hearing about the storage ring's malfunction, Isabella's expression didn't change, but when she learned about the suppression of all their attributes, her expression turned grave.
She closed her eyes as if sensing sothing, and when she opened them again, her face looked particularly troubled.
"This secret realm... presents a massive challenge for us."
The most alarming part was that it was a dark god secret realm, imbued with the dark god's power, suppressing them.
The villagers' intentions were unclear, and even the wedding dresses had mind-controlling effects—utterly insidious.
"If you hadn't noticed sothing was off with the wedding dress, I might still be lost in that so-called beautiful dream."
"So what exactly did you dream about?" John asked curiously.
Isabella was known for her strong mind, and it seed unlikely that she could be so easily beguiled by re illusions.
Unless, the dream was so profoundly beautiful that Isabella herself did not wish to wake from it.
Isabella's expression turned odd, and she turned her head away to speak softly, "I dreamt of our ho... back in Dubhe."
John paused, montarily puzzled.
He rembered that House dici was located in rak—could it have once been in Dubhe?
Seeing Isabella's clear reluctance to discuss it further, John didn't press on and simply nodded.
"Alia seems to be in the next room. I'll go check on her first, and we can regroup and decide what to do next."
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"Okay," Isabella replied faintly, following John out of the room.
She clearly felt very uncomfortable, a tangible sense of being weakened.
But she stoically endured, knowing there was no way to explain or redy their situation just yet.
They would have to bear with it for the ti being.
As for what to do next, that would require further thought.
John would likely have a plan; otherwise, he wouldn't have dared to co and rescue her.
They went to the next room, and indeed, the layout was exactly the sa as the previous one.
Alia lay on the bed wearing a bridal gown, a faint smile on her face as if she was in the midst of a beautiful dream.
John downed two more Spirit recovery potions, but using these in quick succession diminished their effectiveness.
"Let's take turns," Isabella suggested as she stepped forward and forcefully grabbed Alia's corset and pulled.
Rip!
The corset tore open instantly, creating a large hole in the bridal gown.
Isabella's face paled.
She now understood why John had looked so pale when she first saw him.
The rapid drain on her Spirit was staggering!
"If this continues, I'll be drained after just a couple of tugs," she thought.
Despite this, she mustered the strength for another pull, this ti with more force, nearly tearing off half of Alia's gown.
However, Isabella could barely hold on, swaying slightly, almost collapsing.
John quickly stepped in to support her.
"Let handle this."
Though his own Spirit had significantly depleted earlier, he had recovered a bit after a short rest.
Taking a deep breath, he didn't continue tearing at the dress but instead grabbed Alia's hand and pulled her forcefully off the bed!
The force of his pull was so great that Alia's clothes stayed on the bed, and she fell to the floor with a thud, her forehead striking the ground.
John involuntarily winced, despite it not being his own pain.
Alia quickly awoke, perhaps jolted by the sharp pain or the loss of the ntal control.
She blinked in confusion, seeing John and Isabella standing beside her.
She started to speak but then winced, clutching her forehead.
"Ow... why does my head hurt so much? Did those people knock out and leave here?"
John's gaze drifted, and he coughed awkwardly, "I'm not sure... uh, maybe you should put on so clothes first?"
He awkwardly changed the subject, and Isabella glanced at him with a faint look of amusent but didn't expose him.
Only then did Alia realize she was just in her underwear and touched her nose awkwardly.
At that mont, John tily pulled out a set of clothes from his system backpack.
Isabella adeptly adjusted the clothes to fit better.
When Alia learned they couldn't use their storage rings, she looked at John curiously.
"How did you know to put things in your system backpack ahead of ti?"
John was about to explain when he heard Alia's comnt, but then he abruptly held back the words he was about to say.
It seed others could indeed find fitting explanations for his actions without him having to say anything.
"It's nothing, I just tend to prepare a backup for everything," he replied.
"Let's go. We should regroup with the others."
Logically speaking, the courtyard they had co from was more tightly guarded, while this one seed more relaxed.
There was also food laid out in the rooms here, but none of them dared to eat it.
No one could be sure whether the food was tampered with or if it had been tainted with the dark god's power.
Before leaving this courtyard, John gathered so items intended for the wedding.
These were foods brought by the villagers, different from what was in the rooms.
They probably wouldn't pose a problem, so he took them just in case they might be useful.
They made their way back to the courtyard where they had been detained, but before entering, John halted.
"What's wrong?" Alia asked curiously.
John's eyes were fixed intently on the courtyard.
His system's map showed it was densely packed with red dots!
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