Gwen lay on the bed, calmed her mind, and let her consciousness slowly sink.
Soon, she felt her consciousness touch some sort of barrier. The barrier did not seem particularly sturdy, but it was still not something she could break through in her current state.
Fortunately, her goal was not to cross that barrier. She only needed to remain here. Before long, some white substance slowly drifting out from within the barrier was gradually drawn to her, seeping bit by bit into her soul. Through the connection between spirit and flesh, it nourished her weakened body.
This was the method her new friend, Scepter, had taught her.
The name Scepter was strange, and the method she described was even stranger. Yet this strange method happened to solve Gwen's current predicament.
She was clearly just lying in bed meditating, yet it could actually fill her stomach. This truly exceeded her imagination. Fortunately, she was only a little girl and knew very little about the world. She had no idea how astonishing this was; she simply instinctively listened to her new friend.
However, Scepter had also told her that this method would not last long. There was ultimately a limit to what the soul could draw upon. In a few days, she would no longer be able to fill her stomach through this kind of meditation—unless she became a Transcendent.
She had wanted to ask whether she could become a Transcendent, but Scepter had refused outright. That was the most serious Scepter had ever sounded; before then, she had always spoken gently.
But it was all right. Gwen was already content. She had made a new friend and gained a few more days to live. What was there to complain about?
As Gwen meditated quietly, the remaining three people in the connection