Hilda had died nearly a month ago—the shocking fact left both Hao Ren and Izax speechless for a long while. No one would have thought that the person who had been with them all this time was merely a body driven by sheer obsession. Hao Ren recalled every word and action of Hilda's in front of him, yet he still found it hard to believe that she had already died right before entering the Dream Plane. But the truth was right before their eyes: Hilda's soul had just completely left her body, and the residual mental imprint showed that her soul had first begun to dissipate more than twenty days ago.
All he could say was that her powerful obsession had produced such an incredible phenomenon. She herself had not even known that she was dead.
Just as Hao Ren's mind was filled with chaotic thoughts and he had no idea how to face Wim or the elves waiting outside for their queen to appear, Raven 12345's voice suddenly rang out in his mind. "Yo, Hao Ren. Judging by the time... it should be about now, right?"
Hao Ren jolted. He realized that he had brought Hilda to meet Raven before, and for her to suddenly say something like that at this critical moment clearly meant something was wrong. "You knew about Hilda's condition!?"
"Ah, yes. Her remaining life force should have completely dried up by now." Raven 12345 sounded very calm, though a trace of emotion seemed hidden beneath that calm voice. "She was an incredible mortal... I noticed it the first time I saw her. She existed somewhere between the dead and the living. I assume she died while crossing into the Dream Plane, but her soul forcibly forgot the fact that she had died and held on