Hobart had also noticed the issue Christine mentioned. The humans in the mural were dressed completely differently from people today. He suspected this might be an ancient person's dream.
Perhaps he had been born in the Dark Epoch, that was, the Second Epoch. Back then, humanity had not been the ruler of the world and had still been enslaved and ruled by some powerful extraordinary creatures.
Thus, in the dream owner's perception, humans held roughly the same status as extraordinary creatures and wild beasts.
The two continued forward for a long time before finally seeing the end of the great hall. There, amid an endless sea of flowers, they saw a black Stone Throne.
The mural ahead changed again, becoming a barren wilderness where nothing grew. Demons with curved goat horns sprouting from their heads gnawed on the prey in their hands, blood streaming from the corners of their mouths. They looked particularly ferocious.
Some demons watched their prey slaughter and fight one another with great interest, taking pleasure in it.
Christine touched the ring on his ring finger. "These demons may very well see through our disguise. Even if they are merely the dream owner's 'impressions' or projections, they will be difficult to handle in such numbers if they step out of the mural."
Hobart considered it. "What if I keep using the Psychological Spoon to hypnotize them? Would that work?"
Christine shook her head. "The Psychological Spoon is of a slightly lower level. It isn't reliable enough."
Hobart added, "It would be great if we had a Mystical Item from The Sun pathway. It would happen to counter demons."
Christine nodded in satisfaction. "I happen to have a Sealed Artifact from The Sun pathway."
Only then did Hobart understand that Christine had been testing him, seeing whether he