As Saint Vera entered the dream, Jiang Han's magic power increased by a trace.
A trace so minuscule it was nearly equivalent to zero—yet it still existed.
It was like some kind of awareness had been stirred. Though it was so faint it could neither be seen nor heard, her subconscious still sensed that thread of "strangeness," giving rise to doubts and questions about her surroundings.
Jiang Han felt the disturbance in her magic power as a surge of inspiration flooded her mind!
This "inspiration" was like a warm current of water, like the last warm current in the lightless ocean beneath the deep sea—warm, yet carrying an eerie, icy-cold sense of the unknowable, unhearable, and unrecognizable. It filled one with a drifting, homeless feeling.
Even in the dream, Jiang Han nearly collapsed to the ground.
She barely managed to brace herself against a nearby tree, then took small steps into the Hamster Hole and sank into a conjured rocking chair, panting softly.
Some powerful inspiration—almost a transcendent ability, almost like the formidable power of inspiration possessed by Catherine van der Borg, the earliest inventor of floating islands. It was said that Catherine had used this realization to create floating islands and flying brooms. From then on, witches became the rulers of the skies, truly gaining the power to rule the world.
Jiang Han eagerly anticipated the final result of this inspiration.
Yet just as she felt her inspiration take shape, it suddenly vanished. It left without the slightest reluctance, without the slightest attachment to her immense magic power, simply departing in the most straightforward manner.
Leaving behind an "incomplete design."
"...Ah." Jiang Han nearly lost control of her emotions and cursed under her breath. She could feel it.
Her store of knowledge was insufficient. This inspiration covered an enormous