Updating the Illusion

"I don't know about the others, but if sir's illusion and the Dream Conch can be perfectly combined, perhaps you really could ultimately gain control over a land of dreams. Just as I said before, Infinite Alchemy is only the beginning. It could eventually evolve into a perfect world." Frod continued painting the beautiful future he envisioned.

A perfect world? Angel did not believe such a utopian notion could come true. Though the Dream Realm was not as mysterious as the Nightmare Realm, so long as it possessed the nature of "dreams," it could never become perfect.

Angel knew perfectly well that Frod was egging him on, yet he also felt that this method seemed to hold some value.

But if someone died in their sleep, could their memories, consciousness, and thought processes truly be preserved intact within the Dream Realm?

No matter how certain Frod sounded, without verification through a large amount of experimental data, Angel could only remain skeptical.

After that, Frod returned to the room in the Church of the Dead that had once belonged to him. The furnishings inside remained unchanged. He sat at the desk and began transcribing Dream Reading from memory.

While Frod wrote, Angel glanced at the situation downstairs. It was already past midnight. The six hours before dawn were when the illusion's safe zone opened, and the group of men and women had now been sheltered by Yada on the playground.

Yada sat on a rusty wooden horse, rocking back and forth. He ignored the Gifted Ones, resting against the horse's head as he sang a lullaby.

It sounded very childlike, yet it carried a sense of tenderness.

Those who had been gasping for breath and rejoicing at having escaped disaster gradually drifted into sleep beneath the lullaby's lingering melody.

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