Wuthering wave reactions

The space was completely black—no walls, no floor, no horizon. The only source of light came from a giant screen occupying the entire frontal plane. While it was dark, the dozens of figures who suddenly appeared there could see only the vague silhouettes of one another.

Chisya was the first to speak, trying unsuccessfully to activate the communicator:
"What nonsense? Just now I was on patrol in Jinzhou, and now... where is this?"

"Calm down," Jiyan said quietly, placing his hand on his sword hilt. "Panicking won't help us. We need to assess the situation."

Jinxi stepped forward, her glowing eyes reflecting the emptiness of the screen. Sanhua instantly appeared next to her, scanning the space with her distorted vision.
“No threats... yet,” she reported to the magistrate.

"Oh, what a wonderful stage!" Brant said, spreading his arms, adjusting his bright costume. "The troupe is assembled, the set is minimalist. All that's left is to wait for the performance."

"Shut up," Galbrena snapped coldly, her eyes fixed on the screen. Her black wings trembled slightly. "This isn't a performance. It's a trap."

Xiangli Yao adjusted his glasses and turned to Baizhi:
"Do you sense any Remnant energy? I don't detect anything familiar."
Baizhi shook her head, already doing some calculations on her tablet.

Rover, standing in the center of the group, simply stared silently at the screen. Somewhere behind her, Ankor was hugging Cosmos and Klodi, while Yuhu, squinting, peered into the darkness, as if assessing the antique value of the place itself.

Suddenly, the screen lit up. Images began to flicker across it—alien worlds, unfamiliar faces, battles, landscapes, technology. The images followed one another silently, but with frightening clarity.

"Incredible..." whispered Morny, her holographic legs trembling with excitement. "These are windows into other realities. Real ones!"

"Or someone's sick fantasy," Carlotta snorted, crossing her arms. "But since we're here, let's see what they want to show us."

Chanli stroked her chin with a mysterious smile:
— I wonder... Who is the director of this performance?