New Calendar, 1026, August 7.
Invis Kingdom, Green Forest City.
After spending several days out and about, frequenting clubs, department stores, dance halls, circuses, exhibition halls, upscale restaurants, and other places, Aaron finally decided to stay home and rest.
In the study.
He sat at his desk with his back ramrod straight. Before him lay Dreamwalking Notes, spread open.
"Actually, it could just as well be called something like Spirit Realm Jottings... And the farther you read, the more chaotic it gets, like the ravings of a madman."
Aaron flipped through a few pages and soon reached the end of this mysterious tome.
The farther he got, the worse the author's mental state seemed to become. The white writing grew increasingly messy, and great swaths of it had been crossed out and rewritten.
Countless twisted punctuation marks and letters mingled together, creating a disorienting effect of shifting light and shadow. Just reading it could drive someone mad and delirious.
"If it weren't at least somewhat useful, I'd be asking Miss White Dove for a refund..."
He grumbled, then casually jotted down what he considered the more valuable passages.
[I saw... Him!]
[He was as tall as a mountain, with eyes like the Crimson Moon. He was Lord of Corpse Collection, the Great Serpent, the being worshipped by all Ghouls. They yearned for Him so desperately, and longed to be devoured by Him...]
[He has marked me. I will become a sumptuous feast for all the Ghouls in the Mortal World... I must avoid February, because February is the season of the Ghouls...]
As he took notes, Aaron began to scrutinize the passage almost without thinking.
"Judging by the text, the author was describing one of the Age Controllers, the being who governs February—Lord of Corpse Collection! Also known as