Boundless darkness surged up like a dreamless sleep.
Yet deep within the darkness, a warm, tranquil ray of light suddenly lit up, creating a tiny shelter.
Within the illuminated area appeared Selina Gelvin, along with swaying blades of grass and unknown flowers growing on a small patch of ground around her.
Selina frowned as she looked at the flowers and grass beneath her feet. From this tiny light, she had no way of telling where she was—this might have been a corner of a garden lawn, an open space behind some building, or even a vast prairie. Darkness concealed the truth of the whole, and the Dreamscape Lantern's light only allowed her to glimpse the narrow space less than five meters around her.
The mountain-sized Upper Narrator was gone. That bizarre "Duvall" was gone. The abandoned plains were gone. Even the Outworld Wanderer was gone.
Selina came to a slight realization—her mind had likely been trapped in a cage within her deep consciousness.
She just didn't know how Gawain was doing... As a powerful Outworld Wanderer, he shouldn't have been trapped by something like this, right?
Selina raised the lantern in her hand slightly, trying to see farther ahead. Yet the darkness around her was like some tangible curtain, showing no sign of retreating.
Suddenly, Duvall's voice came from the darkness:
"Do you see... For us, this is what our world originally looked like..."
Holding the lantern, Selina instantly traced a rune to protect her mind with her other hand. She cautiously scanned her surroundings, but saw no one. Only the voice continued—
"Limited truth... limited world... limited reality...
"We were born, multiplied, and developed upon the stage you set for us. We cultivated, built, created, and studied. We had our own heroes, our own stories, our own kings and