Things were getting more and more interesting.
Although he'd been repeatedly tricked while dealing with all kinds of Higher Beings, and the hints they provided during missions were usually just a few words, at best...
Fu Qian still trusted the authority of the Warehouse mission descriptions. After all, these beings could reach into countless realms.
And the containment conditions had stated it very clearly: eliminate the Nightmare's agent.
With that as his basis, the confusing situation before him was actually quite clear—and even interesting.
This really was a special nightmare, and at some point, some of the Celestial Cult's hunters had completely lost track of reality and fallen into it, becoming its guardians.
Many years later, a group of Awakened Ones led by Lady Raven had once again glimpsed a sliver of the truth about the world.
The logic was clear, but there was one problem. If the scene he'd just witnessed had really happened, where had the Cult he'd dealt with over the past two days come from?
He hadn't had much contact with the Cult's hunters, but he did acknowledge their faith and resolve.
It was hard to imagine such a group being collectively deceived by an illusion.
But if that scene was a true memory, Lairding had already looked like it was facing the apocalypse when Frankie and the others fell into the nightmare.
So how had everything suddenly gone back to normal?
That would surely be one reason Frankie and the others had become even more convinced of their own judgment.
It really did look too much like the nightmare cycle restarting.
"So this holy relic shares images from people's memories? To be honest, it looks a little too clear."
As everyone examined him, Fu Qian paused briefly. Rather than immediately offering his thoughts, he