A night passed.
The luminous plants absorbed light on the surface, then released it into the underground space. Once all of Windmill Town had returned to the embrace of light, the dancer, who had been steeped in the Nightmare Realm Aura for over ten hours, finally returned to normal.
Just as they had previously guessed, after being infected by Living Threads, the dancer had gained a dancer's memories. Moreover, during these past few days of melding with the Living Threads, her muscles had also memorized the movements of the dance. It could be said that even if the Living Threads were stripped from her body, she would still be a qualified dancer now.
However, aside from dancing, she was like the others and remembered nothing.
The only thing she remembered was that, before falling unconscious, she had been helping a customer mend a torn sleeve. She had no memories whatsoever of the period when she was infected by Living Threads.
"In other words, after being infected by Living Threads, the host consciousness enters a state similar to dormancy." Gloria said, "It is rather strange for Living Threads to do this."
Gloria's current state was much the same as Living Threads'. Her soul occupied this body, forcibly causing the body's original consciousness to fall dormant. Thus, Gloria knew very well that this state was actually quite troublesome.
Since two consciousnesses existed within one body at the same time, even if one was extremely strong and the other extremely weak, the two consciousnesses would still influence each other over a long period of mingling.
To prevent oneself from being dragged down, the simplest method was to destroy the host consciousness from the very beginning.
Yet Living Threads had not done so. Instead, it had taken the more complicated route. That was what