Time and space seemed to come to a standstill the instant that dazzling silver light surged forth.
The scarlet blood splashed across the leaves flowed downward under gravity, only to be shattered by raindrops falling from the sky; amid the fragments, it formed a frozen blood flower:
Lawson's left hand had been severed, while his right tightly gripped a thin sword. His eyes were bloodshot from the assault of intense pain, and the veins on his neck bulged from exertion;
Opposite him stood the heavily armored knight, Terry William. His gaze was incomparably cold, rain streaming down his handsome face, yet he was not looking at the opponent before him. Instead, he stared at the patch of wasteland to the side—the place where the metal block had fallen.
The two faced each other, and even the rainwater suspended in the air seemed frozen in place.
Xia Nan clearly understood that time itself had most likely not truly stopped flowing.
It was merely something like "bullet time" from his previous life. His thoughts had become so active that countless ideas flashed through his mind in an instant, making the outside world—including his own body—seem to slow down.
The source of all these changes was naturally the strange oval object in his hand, radiating dazzling yet gentle silver-white light: [Dreamweaver Corridor].
The wound at the center of his chest, though suppressed by Lesser Healing, still sent waves of stabbing pain through him;
Echoing in his mind was a cold mechanical voice devoid of emotion—unfamiliar at first, but after seemingly sensing his thoughts, it changed into the Common Tongue widely used across the Aifala Continent.
"Entering dynamic password·
"Password verification successful!"
"Starting 'Dreamweaver Corridor - Neural Roaming Terminal'—"
"Startup successful!"
"Dreamweaver, welcome."
"Warning! Remaining energy is below 5%. Please recharge as soon as