The Interstice's Resistance

They ran after one another, their destination clearly the mountaintop, where the rift leading to True Death lay.

"Mr. Beirut! Mr. Beirut!"

In his current half-dreaming, half-waking state, Shade could "see" the Interstice, but he had no physical form and could not touch anything. He could only make a very faint sound.

He tried calling out, but Mr. Beirut did not answer at all. He chased after that figure, both of them appearing so hazy in the mist:

Could this be another lifelong love? Are the citizens of Miburg all this devoted?

Shade muttered inwardly, then had his body in the chair touch the Mind Crystal Ring on his finger. Within the Interstice, his gaze remained fixed on the back of Mr. Beirut's head:

"Mind Blast!"

Strictly speaking, Shade and the man were not in the same space. Moreover, he was only looking with his eyes rather than following the proper casting procedure and pointing at the target with his finger, so the power of Mind Blast was greatly reduced.

Even so, the running Mr. Beirut suddenly staggered before continuing to chase the faint, blurry figure.

Not far above them was the Interstice's mountaintop. If Shade did not stop him, he would likely truly be deceived by the phantom of a soul and step into True Death:

"Stop! You can't go any farther!"

The Mind Blast from just now had still worked. This time, Mr. Beirut finally answered. His pace did not slow, and Shade could only see his back, so he had no idea what expression he wore:

"I really want to catch up to her."

Mr. Beirut's voice was equally indistinct. That was one of the characteristics of dreams.

"Was that your fiancée?"

"No, that was my elder sister. She watched me grow up, but I never expected