Night had fallen.
The world seemed to have been outlined in rough strokes, taking on the strange appearance of graffiti or a simple sketch. Everything appeared veiled by hazy white gauze, like a scene from a dream.
Herman looked at the thin layer of white mist enveloping him. It was the "medium" that allowed him to enter this world.
As for this world... the "Dream World," which mirrored the real world, few people were able to reach it.
Figures made of white mist walked along the streets. They were the shadows of ordinary people reflected in the Dream World, and among them were numerous ribbons of mixed colors.
Those who wielded magic left such traces, as did magic vehicles powered by magic. However, the traces left behind by these lifeless objects did not produce color.
"This is getting a little difficult." Herman looked at the red trail he had followed, which had now melted into the streets' dazzlingly colored bands. He rubbed his forehead in frustration.
With a sigh, he opened his cane again and took out the small bottle from before. He sprayed twice in the surrounding area, and the thin mist immediately appeared much denser.
In contrast, the Dream World, seemingly shrouded in hazy white fog, became much clearer. Even the color bands that were about to disperse became more distinct.
Barely making out the direction of the red trail, Herman followed it. Along the way, he naturally encountered many pedestrians made of white mist. Without avoiding them, he passed straight through them, as though they existed in different times and spaces.
Following the traces, he eventually arrived at a certain street. After passing the corner, he abruptly stopped.
A blood-red figure walked ahead, leaving a striking trail behind it. The building beside it had also been affected,