True and False Dole

Seeing this, Dole's heart stirred. He split off a portion of his spiritual power and entered one of the dreams that was violently fluctuating.

The next second, Dole appeared within the dream. Inside was an incomplete Albis City, swaying slightly, with the surrounding world rippling like water.

He stood at the city gates. The sky was dim, sunless, filled with blood-red clouds that made the air feel unbearably oppressive.

Dole gave it no further thought. In a dream, nothing was strange. What was a blood-red sky? It was hardly worth mentioning.

It was perfectly normal for this person to dream of Albis City.

But the city was in violent turmoil now, which was not normal. Then he saw vast stretches outside the city collapsing and converging toward the center.

Seeing this, Dole did not think much about it and stepped inside.

There was not a single person in the city. It was like a dead city, and the center of the city was the center of the dream.

Rather than slowly making his way down the streets, Dole flew directly forward.

The city in the dream was smaller. Only after flying into the sky did he see that there were merely a few streets, all twisting endlessly. The dream's owner was mentally unstable and seemed to be suffering inhuman torment.

Flying overhead, Dole soon saw the central area.

The center was exceptionally clear. On one side stood the wizard tower, on the other the City Lord's Manor, while the middle was the buffer zone Dole had specifically designed, where there was nothing at all.

At this moment, it seemed that everyone in the city was here. They had all died miserably around the area. Corpses carpeted the ground, blood flowed like a river, and rows of executioners—guards dressed in Albis