In the High-Dimensional Observation Space.
Although the Ice Witch was still watched by High Priest Loren and the Holy Knight Captain from time to time, she had already learned to endure this pressure.
Upon arriving at the negative fourth floor, in certain respects, one could indeed see that Hughberlian was a delicate child at heart. She might go astray for a moment and be misled, but this would not change the fundamental purity and kindness of her heart.
The Ice Witch could not see the contents of Hughberlian's illusion, able only to watch the few people standing still on the negative fourth floor.
On this floor, living beings who fell into the magic of Fallen Gentle Land for the first time all needed to spend an extremely long time before they had any possibility of breaking free.
Because that was an impossible dream, yet one could experience it with peerless realism.
Sometimes, even when knowing it was fake, one would still want to try hard to deceive themselves, to look at it for just one more glance, for just one more second.
And Fallen Gentle Land was originally the ultimate magic derived by an ancient era's ninth-tier Great Demon Race member who had pushed their Talent Magic to the absolute extreme.
For that ancient Great Demon Race member who possessed this magic, it was also a form of indiscriminately effective, group-wide hard-crowd-control ninth-tier spell.
Despite a certain instability in the control duration, once used in actual combat, it almost always produced an unreasonable effect sufficient to reverse the battle's tide.
While the Ice Witch was thinking, she suddenly noticed the black-haired, green-eyed girl lying on the ground of the prison's negative fourth floor stand up.
Her gaze was very calm.
Looking at the dream from just a moment ago, there