What could be seen with the naked eye was that the dancer's movements had slowed. She was still dancing, and the decrease in tempo was not great, but this sluggishness was steadily accumulating.
After roughly twenty minutes, the dancer's twisting waltz gradually became a "mechanical" dance, pausing with every step. Moreover, even the mechanical dance movements were growing slower and slower.
Another ten minutes passed, and a trace of confusion and bewilderment appeared in the dancer's eyes.
Although that look lasted only an instant, everyone present caught it.
Hesitation, confusion, uncertainty—such expressions were not ones a madwoman would display. In other words—
She was becoming lucid! Even if only for an instant!
Having interpreted this information, they naturally wondered whether what they were seeing meant that, as long as they continuously supplied Nightmare Realm aura, she would return from her madness to normal?
If this conjecture was true, it would be an absolutely heartening piece of news!
Just as everyone eagerly anticipated witnessing a miracle, Sanders suddenly cut off the supply of Nightmare Realm aura.
Faced with the others' puzzled looks, Sanders spread open his hand. In his palm, the tiny Nightmare Stone that resembled a black pearl had developed a crack right through its center. Before everyone's eyes, it gave a crack and crumbled into countless specks of powder.
"The Nightmare Realm aura stored in the Nightmare Stone has been exhausted."
Sanders' words brought everyone back to their senses. Earlier, they had focused entirely on the effects produced by the Nightmare Stone, forgetting that Nightmare Stones were consumables—and precious magical materials of immense value.
Gloria opened her mouth, wanting to ask whether Sanders had any more Nightmare Stones, but in the end, she said nothing. The Nightmare Stones belonged to Sanders, and they were exceedingly precious. He had the