Yao Ziyan felt that she had had a long dream.
In the dream, she had transformed into a mountain-sized giant, wielding a staff as she battled a calamity of darkness, the aftershocks spreading across nearly the entire world.
The white mist shrouding the entire forest had dispersed, and every great tree had become a soldier, slaughtering the bizarre creatures born from the darkness.
The staff's style remained as unconventional as ever.
It was not used in the ordinary sense. Divine power had been applied through physical means, and every strike made the tide of darkness tremble.
But the darkness was endless.
Whenever it was weakened, new flesh would regenerate. Darkness and light contended against each other, locked in an evenly matched stalemate.
In the final second of the dream, she looked toward the end of the forest.
Two human figures appeared there.
"This is not a place you should have come."
She spoke, her voice like rolling thunder.
"Mm..."
Yao Ziyan sat up, rubbing her brow as an indistinct murmur escaped her lips.
She opened her eyes and felt as though her head were splitting, while pain lingered throughout her body.
Yao Ziyan vigorously shook her head, trying to cast off the lingering dizziness, but it did little good.
She took out a bottle of Sprite from her personal space and drank several mouthfuls. Only then did her mental state ease somewhat.
Perhaps affected by her movements, Luo Chuan also woke from his sleep.
His expression was blank.
His mind seemed to still be immersed in the dream.
"Hey, hey, hey, wake up." Yao Ziyan waved a hand before Luo Chuan's face, reminding him.
Several seconds later, Luo Chuan finally came back to himself. He took a deep breath, seemingly trying to calm his emotions this way.
He looked