As Angel ventured deeper into the jungle, the clamor coming from Tizamo Town behind her quickly faded.
But she knew that, as time passed and the sleeping residents continued to "awaken" and join the Dream Festival, the scenes she had witnessed in the streets and the manor would unfold one after another, sweeping all the participants into them, just as in previous years.
Ordinary brawls, destruction, and the release of inner desires would not truly harm their bodies in reality, but vicious incidents were inevitable. Those who actually died would face a slow yet unavoidable end within three months after the Dream Festival, or be killed by the primitive tribes that worshipped the festival's power and believed in Death.
Only by uncovering the source of the power creating the Dream Festival as quickly as possible could she prevent further casualties.
Otherwise, even if Angel took out Salinger's Blood Banner and made everyone in the dream worship her, forcibly suppressing their desires until the night was over, the Dream Festival would still take place on the same day next year. She could not possibly come back every year to stop it all.
Having made up her mind, Angel continued along the trail hunters had worn through the jungle, soon approaching the place she had reached in the deserted dream last time.
That day, I encountered a hazy mist, then left the dream and returned to reality. But this is the Dream Festival. It shouldn't be that simple...
As she considered this, her steps slowed and she kept a cautious watch. Her eyes flickered constantly as she used the mirrors formed by nearby dewdrops and puddles to observe her blind spots. Soon, she made a new discovery.
In the jungle, in the direction away from Tizamo Town, a huge black rock had