Chapter 192: The Balance of Power

Thelma Zane’s POV: "Do you think you can manage it?" Dorothy asked, her voice heavy with uncertainty. "This isn’t like dealing with negative emotions. Once you absorb the Quicksand Fog, the historical tracing will start immediately. There’s no time to prepare." "We won’t know unless we try," I replied with a determined edge. "Hide in the closet again, and I’ll give it another shot. If it doesn’t work, we’ll figure something else out." After Dorothy had hidden away, I opened the window slightly, letting another cloud of Quicksand Fog the size of a watermelon drift into the room. The cold mist hovered ominously, swirling in the air like an unpredictable storm. Taking a deep breath, I reached out to the fog. The moment my hand made contact, I felt an overwhelming force trying to tear my soul from my body. It was the raw power of historical tracing, pulling me to witness events long past. Gritting my teeth, I resisted the pull with all my strength. The Quicksand Fog’s power was unthi