There was still no movement, but it wasn't the wrong place.
Beyond the door was indeed the space where the black pool had once been. The signs of its destruction were still obvious.
Back when Frostburn had unleashed its myriad tentacles, they had cut the surrounding area so smooth it was almost polished.
And the pool beneath their feet, where the holy relics had once churned, had apparently been repaired and consolidated into a single pool.
Even that one pool was now completely empty.
It looked like executing the Agent Brother last time hadn't done much to the stability of Lairding as a whole, but it had left the holy relic system without anyone to maintain it.
On top of that, I'd destroyed more than one relic back then. As I recalled, all that remained was the Flexible Skull—and, sure enough, it was in Lady Xia's hands.
Right beside the pool, two figures faced off. The one looking this way was Xia.
Yet neither she nor the giantess so much as glanced in this direction.
As for why—
"I'm not very familiar with dream powers, but I should be able to pause things for about a minute."
The Witch, who had followed behind, casually confirmed this with Fu Qian.
That was right. They hadn't just failed to glance this way—Xia and the others were completely frozen in place, as if someone had hit pause. Their mouths were open, but they weren't even breathing.
Some of the changes in Lairding had been on the list of things to keep an eye on.
So when they'd noticed two giantesses engaged in an intense conversation, the Witch and I had tacitly agreed to listen in for a bit.
The reason we'd finally taken a look was that their conversation had ended, and there