Chapter 268: Left and Right
This change truly caught Ruger off guard. Whether it succeeded or failed, once he decided to take such a risky gamble, he had considered many possibilities—he had even thought about how he might die. Yet he had never imagined a situation like this. The old woman stood with her back to them, offering no response. Their presumptuous actions had yielded no effective verification; instead, they were met with an inexplicable wave of drowsiness.
Ruger and Layden's sudden swaying immediately drew Mewtris's attention from midair.
The two clung to the experiment table as they slowly slid down to the floor, stubbornly resisting the unusually fierce drowsiness washing over them. Their figures began to blur.
Ruger sat crookedly, one hand braced against the ground and the other gripping the experiment table. He shook his head hard. He could already vaguely see their camp—the withered trees and the faint glow of the campfire.
The drowsiness might only have been a surface symptom, a reaction brought about by some change.
They had experienced it several times before, yet had never had the chance to investigate it. This time, the change seemed to have come too quickly. Although the drowsiness was equally fierce, they could not fall asleep so rapidly.
Perhaps the Dream Tree was playing a part as well? Ruger thought.
Suddenly, the stone chamber was no longer quiet.
Painful groans continuously came from every experiment table, including Mewtris, who hung in midair next door.
Sitting on the floor, Ruger barely managed to turn his head. On the experiment table behind Layden, the slightly plump Wizard apprentice was struggling violently. In the brief breath it took Ruger to look over, a few more wrinkles had appeared on that plump body, and his struggles had grown increasingly feeble. His mouth