The dream born from that card was always filled with ambiguity and haze.
This time, it was not the waters inhabited by that colossal creature.
Thought mingled with the reenactment of memory, and in the blink of an eye, Fang Ran found himself at the moment before the battle in the Underground Mine erupted.
Osphia's description of the darkest side of that era—the witch hunts—overlapped with the scene of the Evil Cult before him. Another Dark Energy Crystal appeared upon the altar.
He recalled how all sorts of unrelated fragments of information had flooded into his mind in that second, now slowly connecting in the dream where he finally had time to think after the operation ended.
The cause of the drastic changes in the National War was that the Covenant wanted to trap Herschel Lin Hua and seize the royal court, and the royal court was the organization that controlled reality. According to Osphia's deduction,
they had some plan in reality that could not be controlled.
Crouching on a steel beam in the mine, Fang Ran watched the Evil Cult leader who had just used a damaged crystal to summon the sacrificial formation. Since this involved the Night Battle world, the royal court normally would never have allowed such a thing to happen.
The answer was obvious: the Evil Cult, and many other unknown things like it.
But why?
What could the Covenant possibly gain by doing this?
A dense, heavy doubt lingered in his mind, as though some crucial clue was still missing.
The connection between all the fragmented information broke off, and Fang Ran once again saw the tiny gap inside the Dark Energy Crystal on the altar being filled by a droplet of liquid that appeared from nowhere.
Come to think of it, why had this