All the heavens began with Huo Yi

The next morning, Hibiscus stretched gently, then reached out and patted Sylvia's shoulder as she slept beside her, calling softly, "Sylvia, wake up, it's time to get up."

After several attempts, Sylvia was finally woken up.

The two slowly got out of bed and began to prepare for washing up.

Furong walked to the sink, reached out and grabbed the faucet handle, and turned it forcefully to the left.

However, no matter how she turned the tap, not a single drop of water came out.

Seeing this, Sylvia quickly stepped forward and tried it herself, but the result was still the same.

This instantly snapped Sylvia out of her daze, and a surge of anger rose within her. How could the hotel in this run-down place have such poor service, and they even had the water cut off?

Her spoiled princess temper flared up instantly, and she decisively grabbed Furong's hand, saying, "Come on, let's go to the front desk and ask what's going on!"

After saying that, the two hurriedly ran down the stairs.

A short while later, they arrived at the reception hall downstairs.

As soon as she stepped into the hall, Sylvia saw a vast expanse of white outside the glass doors and stared in astonishment.

"Hmm, I didn't expect such a thick fog, and it's even snowing..." Sylvia murmured to herself.

As she spoke, she walked towards the gate, wanting to get a better view.

Just then, she suddenly realized that there was no one at the front desk, which surprised and displeased her.

"What's going on? We can't see a single person!" Sylvia complained.

Hibiscus, who was following behind, initially thought that what was falling outside was snowflakes, but when she saw with her own eyes what was drifting in through the open door, she immediately shook her head and denied Sylvia's statement.

"No, this is... ashes."

"Something's wrong, Sylvia, it's too quiet here."

As Hibiscus stepped out the door, Sylvia immediately followed closely behind.

"Is there anyone? Is there anyone?"

Fleur walked slowly down the street with a solemn expression, holding her wand tightly against her neck and chanting incessantly.

Logically speaking, after casting the Loud Voice Spell, as long as there are still people in the town, someone will surely come and reprimand her for disturbing the peace.

Along the way, it was so quiet that you could clearly hear a pin drop.

The trees on both sides of the road stood silently, as if enveloped by the silence, motionless.

Only the occasional gentle breeze rustled the leaves, producing a soft whisper, but soon the silence returned.

And so they walked on in silence, neither of them speaking. The situation only changed when they arrived at the supermarket they had visited and bought food from the day before.

Just then, their gaze inadvertently fell upon a bench not far from the supermarket entrance. There lay a man, his body sprawled on the bench like a rag doll.

The man was wearing a raw-colored leather jacket covered in stains and dust, and his hair was somewhat disheveled. Because he was lying on his side on the bench, Fleur and Sylvia could not see his face clearly.

However, judging from the slight rise and fall of his chest, he was still alive, though he looked somewhat disheveled.

"Sir, sir!"

Fleur stepped forward steadily and gently nudged the man on the bench. At the same time, she gripped her wand tightly, her eyes revealing vigilance. If anything seemed amiss, she would not hesitate to unleash her magic to retaliate.

The man was pushed twice, his body jolted violently, and he instantly woke up from the bench.

Furong quickly took several steps back, creating a safe distance between herself and the awakened man.

"I... ouch, where am I?" Travis rubbed his arm, which was a little numb from being pressed down.

"Who are you?" Travis asked, looking at the somewhat wary Fleur and Sylvia.

“First, we don’t know where we are either, but it looks like we’re still in Silent Hill, though it doesn’t seem to be the same one.” Seeing that Travis meant no harm, Fleur lowered her arm that was holding the wand. “I am Fleur, and she is Sylvia.”

“Travis, a truck driver,” Travis introduced himself, then scratched his head. “I remember, uh… I think I rescued a girl who was burned in a fire, she was about your age… and she didn’t die, oh my, how did I get here?”

Travis turned around and looked around. Behind him was a map of the town: "Let me find it. I need to find the hospital."

"Even if we find them, it might not be of any use. We've come all the way from the hotel and haven't found a single living person," Furong reminded them.

"How is this possible?" Travis stared in disbelief, his brows furrowed.

He then narrowed his eyes slightly and asked with a suspicious look, "Although Silent Hill has seen few tourists in recent years and most of its infrastructure has become outdated, there should still be residents living here, right?"

“But that’s just how it is!” Furong argued, waving her hands unconsciously in the air as if trying to make her words more credible. She shouted, “There were clearly people here yesterday, but this morning, when my friend and I woke up, we were shocked to find that this once bustling town was completely deserted!”

“Absolutely true.” Sylvia shrugged slightly, a look of fear on her face, and chimed in, “Even the water we use for washing has disappeared. This situation is exactly like the terrifying ghost stories my nanny told me when I was a child.”

At this point, Sylvia secretly gave Fleur a wink. The two understood each other perfectly, and when their eyes met, they both knew that they had probably encountered an evil spirit, and this time the evil spirit might be more powerful and dangerous than ever before.

“Fine, even if what you say is true, I still need to go to the hospital first.” After a moment of thought, Travis said decisively, “I must try to find the girl who was severely burned.”

Before he finished speaking, Travis turned around without hesitation and strode towards the hospital.

“Hey, let’s go together, Mr. Travis. I think more people means more strength.” Fleur caught up with Travis.

However, what Furong was unaware of was that her actions had become meaningless.

At the same time that they joined Travis, Chen Tianling and Zhang Qingfeng had already dealt with the demon and were now working to eliminate the cultists in the real world.

Meanwhile, Barty from Durmstrang's squad, after realizing the truth, began indiscriminately hunting down any life in both the real and virtual worlds.

Alessa has no way of dealing with this madman, Barty Jr.