The dream world was gradually collapsing.
Luther stood frozen, his greatsword in hand.
He stared at the spot where Cecilia had disappeared. His face first went blank, then gradually twisted with rage.
You're courting death! Courting death!
Even if Ivanova Einhorn's claims were true, after she had dared to use Cecilia to stop him, Luther would show her no mercy!
Crash...
The dream had almost entirely collapsed, and the collapse was about to reach Luther. If he let the void swallow him, he would presumably wake up in his bed at the inn. Boiling with murderous intent, he stepped into the hazy Collective Subconscious before the dream could collapse completely.
Using "Distortion" on distance, Luther raced in the direction the carriage had gone.
His fury stirred the sea of Collective Subconscious. Surging mist rose wherever he went, the mottled light and shadows raging like a storm. An ordinary Beyonder caught in this "disturbance" would probably suffer an immediate mental breakdown and lose control!
Still consumed by rage, Luther pursued it for some distance before suddenly noticing something wrong.
The carriage carrying Ivanova remained at the edge of his vision. No matter how hard Luther chased, it neither disappeared nor grew larger. As a High Sequence Beyonder of the Spectator Pathway, her familiarity with and control over this space far surpassed his.
No! She's deliberately luring me deeper!
Luther stopped abruptly, forcing himself to calm down before looking at the distant carriage again. Then he realized that, at some point, it had been replaced by a phantom, like a mirage, deceiving him into making rash choices.
Where was the real Ivanova?
Had she already escaped, or was she hiding somewhere in the mist, waiting to ambush me?
Luther stood where he was, warily surveying his surroundings.
As his emotions stabilized, the