"The characteristics of dreams?" Tree Spirit mulled over those words for a long while. Then, as if he had suddenly realized something, he closed his eyes and furrowed his brow tightly.
As time passed, Tree Spirit's brow knitted ever deeper, and a faint sheen of sweat even appeared on his forehead.
He looked as though he were exerting tremendous force, as if struggling to break free from the shackles of a crushing weight.
Seeing Tree Spirit's strange behavior, Angel and Rhein exchanged a glance full of suspicion.
Rhein asked, "What's wrong with you?"
Tree Spirit fell silent for a moment before opening his eyes. "I was trying to create something."
"Create something?" Rhein asked doubtfully. "Did you comprehend some law?"
Tree Spirit shook his head. "I was thinking, aren't dreams characterized by creating things at will? Like Bright Dream—so long as the heart conceives it, the thought brings it forth..."
Rhein said, "So just now, you were trying to fabricate something with your mind?"
Tree Spirit nodded, his face full of regret. "Yes, but it seems I have no way of creating it."
Angel and Rhein: "..." It would be strange if he could.
Rhein rubbed his suddenly throbbing temple and said helplessly, "Even if there really were a law of creation, it isn't something you could achieve just by thinking about it. Besides, there may not even be a law of creation."
After all, the domain of creation was already a forbidden zone. Since Dream Wilderness reflected the rules of reality, the forbidden zones were presumably no exception.
Angel said, "I don't know whether Dream Wilderness has a law of creation. But the characteristic of dreams I'm referring to has nothing to do with creation."
"Nothing to do with creation?" Both Rhein and Tree Spirit looked puzzled.
Although Rhein