Late at night, the sound of pattering water echoed continuously by his ear, irritating his mood and making it hard to fall asleep.
After this sound grew louder and louder, Cyril suddenly sat up from the bed in exasperation and shouted, "Stop the noise!"
Then, he suddenly woke up completely and saw his situation clearly.
The surroundings were pitch-black, appearing to be a dark and desolate plain, and before him stood a black spire, the pattering sound of water coming from inside that very tower.
This scene looked somewhat familiar to him, as if he had seen it before.
After a brief recollection, he found the memory of this scene in the corner of his mind.
That was the dream after Doctor Aaron was affected by Will Auceptin, except that it lacked a giant serpent coiled around the top of the spire.
...A dream?
Screech—
The rotting wooden door at the base of the spire suddenly opened by itself, revealing a chaotic staircase inside that spiraled upward at times and tilted downward at others.
"Inviting me in?"
"You've got the wrong person, haven't you?"
A moment of blankness appeared on Cyril's face; he felt that the probability of Ouroboros actively seeking him out was even greater than that of Will Auceptin.
Coming to find me at a time like this must be for the Die of Probability—to threaten me not to harbor ideas about it, or to warn me?
Pondering for two seconds, he still decided to give a certain yet-to-be-born infant a bit of face, stepped forward, and walked into the spire.
Inside the chaotic spire, Cyril's figure flickered constantly, and in the span of a few seconds, he arrived at the deepest depths of the spire.
He did not see the figure of Will Auceptin, but he saw