A Wave

Lightning streaked across the sky. As that deafening sound rang out, the power that carried the weight of ages rapidly weakened. Dole suddenly snapped awake, yet he could still feel the sorrow of years gone by, of time that would never return.

Dole could no longer spare any thought for himself. If they stayed a few more minutes, those three would probably feel as though they were about to die of old age.

He turned, just about to shout, when he saw all three wake at the same time, their foreheads drenched in cold sweat.

They had realized it too.

Dole looked at the three of them. All four were dripping with cold sweat. This was far too terrifying.

The moment Daphne struggled free, she immediately said, "This is too terrifying. I need to contact the others so they don't fall for it. We're still young and lacking in experience, so we can break free easily. If someone nearly a hundred years older came here, their memories alone would probably crush them."

Just now, she had been tumbling back and forth through her own memories, nearly losing herself within them. Fortunately, her experience was truly shallow, and she had spent most of her time cultivating, with little experience of society. Otherwise, it would have been far too easy to lose herself.

At that moment, she closed her eyes. The murkiness in them cleared, and then she opened them again.

That power was too strong, forcing her to use all her strength to suppress the foreign mental force.

The other two were the same.

Dole looked at the three women and nodded. In his own mental world, thunder was still rolling endlessly, constantly suppressing that foreign mental force.

They were all like this. What about the others?

Daphne raised her head