Darkness surged in.
Lu Yuan opened his eyes.
A familiar wave of dizziness swept through his body as the scenery around him twisted and shifted.
He had come here again.
This beach on the western side.
Wet sand lay beneath his feet, and wave after wave crashed ashore, icy seawater washing over his ankles.
Lu Yuan lowered his head and looked at his hands.
He could move.
This time, he could move again.
Ever since being infected by the Strange Dream, he had come here every night.
Sometimes he could move, and sometimes he could only remain trapped in place, letting the seawater wash over him.
Though he still had not figured out why he could move, his goal was clear: the Iron Whale he had seen before.
Lu Yuan took a deep breath and looked around.
To the west lay the endless Deep Sea, its dark waters stretching all the way to the horizon.
To the east was the island's interior. He could vaguely make out an enormous cave, with dilapidated houses nearby that could not be entered.
And to the south... that was where he had seen the Iron Whale before.
Without hesitation, Lu Yuan headed south along the beach, the sand crunching softly beneath his feet.
The sea wind carried a fishy, salty scent, making the hem of his clothes flap loudly.
After walking for several minutes, Lu Yuan suddenly stopped.
Not far ahead, the ruins with their standing stone pillars had appeared again at the edge of the beach.
But this time, something seemed different. The once badly worn runes were now gleaming brightly, and...
They were too new! Was someone constantly restoring this place?
Lu Yuan frowned. After a brief hesitation, he decided to move closer and take a look.
Keeping low, Lu Yuan carefully