[Mercy of Dreams: You learned how to commune with the Feywild while resting. Whenever you played Resting Melody, fairy magic enveloped a hemispherical area with a radius of 15 meters centered on you. All creatures that fell asleep within this area entered the same dream, and you had the authority to govern that dream. Viewed from outside, the area appeared shrouded in natural darkness. Darkvision alone could not see inside, nor could light sources within the area penetrate the darkness. These effects lasted until you left the area. Note: Beautiful dreams brought comfort to a cruel reality. Wherever you were, there was their dreamland—Potato.]
"So the World Tree really was called that."
Tang Qi scanned the text and offered a rough assessment. "Something like a private yet public chat room? At least speaking freely in a dream wouldn't disturb the outside world. A fifteen-meter radius isn't small. It should cover the entire camp, and might even have strategic value for concealing it—"
Most importantly, Resting Melody did not consume [Poet's Inspiration]. He could consider it a standing buff for his downtime.
Not to mention that he had authority within the dream, which was almost equivalent to acquiring a miniature Ebony Forest with a fifteen-meter radius.
This might have been his greatest gain since this "vacation" began.
But it was not his only gain—
``` [Music was the art of sound, fiction the art of storytelling, poetry the art of rhythm, and drama the synthesis of all arts.
You knew tragedy inside out, and your outstanding performances always earned thunderous applause.
Voice, lines, appearance, and acting were the fundamentals of performance, as well as excellent qualities for a Poet. You lacked none of these, always earning an impressive eighty points with ease.
So why not go a step further