Modir could no longer remember most of the adventures he had experienced. Those journeys, whether glorious, perilous, or interesting, had now dwindled to only scattered fragments in his mind. Occasionally, they became chaotic shards in midnight dreams, but most of the time, all they left behind was a sense of familiarity—a feeling that made him occasionally feel he had been somewhere before, experienced something before.
This sense of familiarity could not count as mature experience, but sometimes it could still help him judge certain supernatural matters—for instance, the City of a Thousand Towers, which ought to have been right before them yet remained nowhere to be found no matter how hard they searched.
Listening to the old mage's assessment, Maggie could not help shaking her head. A series of frictional sounds from Mechanical Structure transmission immediately came from both sides of her somewhat ferocious black dragon head. "You mean the City of a Thousand Towers is currently in a state where it can't be seen or touched, and even if we walked straight through the middle of it, we'd simply pass right through the walls?"
"It's only a guess. I... don't know why I think so, but I keep feeling that I may have encountered something similar before," Modir said uncertainly. "Some things exist parallel to our real world. They may lie in the gap between reality and another realm, so they vanish from every dimension. Only by observing them in a particular way, or waiting for a particular moment, can they appear."
"What do we do now?" Maggie glanced back at the temporary camp the expedition team had established upon reaching this wilderness. Several Iron Rangers soldiers were moving around inside, checking equipment and reinforcing tents, while several others patrolled the forest's edge, watchful for every possible danger among