Searching in Dreams

Shade and the Witches were now at Lolanta Manor north of the city. The dining room was adorned with antique oil paintings and Metal Armor, while red and blue tapestries alternated along the walls between the tall French windows. Old Gas Lamps quietly illuminated the dining room in the foggy afternoon.

Shade rested his right index finger before his earlobe, tilting his head as he absentmindedly stared at the gold and silver tableware.

"This sounds like an urban legend, but since even ordinary people can sense the Interstice, the 'Saint Tree Scar' ritual probably cannot be delayed."

"Tomorrow or the day after. Tuesday or Wednesday."

Grandma Cassandra gave a specific date.

"Sikar Mountain is now under complete lockdown. The local garrison and police are guarding the outskirts to ensure no one breaks in.

"Devout clergy gathered by the Five Gods Church from across the Old Continent entered the mountains in batches this morning. According to the Speaker's estimate, the best time for the ritual is at Twilight—when the Sun has not quite set and the Moon has not yet risen. In mysticism, Twilight carries significant meaning. The transition between Sun and Moon can also represent the cycle of life and death."

"The ritual will be held tomorrow evening or the evening after tomorrow?"

Shade summarized, slowly nodding.

"If you read this morning's Middlesburg newspaper, you would have seen reports of earthquakes occurring inside the city again over the past two days. City hall has reassured the public that there is no need to leave the city because of this; they only need to take protective measures at home. In addition, city hall plans to impose martial law across the city, though the specific details are still under discussion."

Grandma Cassandra continued.

The balance of Life and Death Limbo also depended