As mentioned earlier, anyone skilled in using the Clear Dream was highly sensitive to the transition between dreams and reality.
The change they hadn't noticed when entering the mist from the other side had just appeared before their eyes.
This trip really did have a deeper purpose. Not only had the journey put them through a test to prove their innocence, but their destination was also full of mysteries.
His musings didn't affect Fu Qian's actions. The instant he sensed something was wrong, he seamlessly played along.
How could he have missed the cult's unusual reaction after all those repeated prompts?
As for Amira and the other man's somewhat strange reactions, they weren't hard to understand. They, too, had realized that what lay before them wasn't reality.
Their surprise was most likely genuine. In other words, they hadn't known beforehand that the journey's end would lead to a dream. But they'd immediately held back from investigating further, and their demeanor already gave them away.
After a month of intense night patrols, they were no strangers to nightmares.
And given what Amira had mentioned earlier about their connection with the stars, it probably hadn't been difficult for them to sense something was wrong.
They clearly wanted to hide their discovery from him.
They were certainly devoted to their duty, just like Lord Simon.
Fu Qian glanced to the side. The hunter had finally sheathed his greatsword, but still kept it within easy reach. He made no attempt to explain the situation before them.
Fu Qian didn't press him. In the corner of his eye, he saw someone coming to meet them, drawn by the knock at the door.
"Where... did you come from?"
A young man in a classic uniform who looked like a police officer peered at the four of