Like a series of thematic scenes.
Leizang, Zhang Bolu, and Sha Ke had each fallen into their own fear-themed scenarios, and by now, they had completely forgotten that they seemed to be inside the [Golden Nightmare Maze].
It was fear... and also a nightmare.
For Leizang, his former mentor, [Xinuo Nie], was his nightmare.
For Zhang Bolu, the defeat that year, when his army had collapsed like a landslide and his supplies had run out, watching his comrades and the civilians behind him die one after another, had also been a nightmare buried deepest in his heart.
As for Sha Ke, it was probably some unbearable period from his youth... His shattered, crushed self-respect should have been picked up again, but... who could walk the same road they had once traveled, unwaveringly, all over again?
If you were allowed to return to the age of eighteen, perhaps a thousand out of a thousand people would agree.
But... if you returned to eighteen and could not change anything, with everything you had experienced playing out again according to the original script...
Would you be willing?
"Ahhh--!!!!"
Banicola had already regained consciousness and had only just figured out some of his current circumstances when he, too, fell into his own terrifying nightmare—but no one knew what exactly he had seen.
That was because no people or objects had been projected around Banicola.
Amid his screams, Banicola was seen waving the saber in his hand wildly like a madman. Then he sprinted away, disappearing in the blink of an eye.
Looking in the direction Banicola had fled, Captain [Luo] suddenly asked curiously, "Bai Zhi, is there anything—or any matter—you fear?"
"Fear..." Little Bai Zhi lightly poked her lips with a finger. She normally never thought about such a question, but since it