The information was valuable, but it possessed no intelligence whatsoever!
Unlike memories, the dream boundary was the gap between the conscious and subconscious mind. Yet whether "conscious" or "subconscious," both were part of the mind. Every "character" appearing here could also be considered part of Jack Graves's consciousness.
Each and every one of them could represent Jack Graves!
Therefore, even within a "story" devoid of logic, they could detect an intruder.
Because they instinctively knew that Vaughan was different from them!
But instinct was all it was. The Jack Graves before him was not the conscious mind capable of clear discernment.
The white mist around Vaughan's body rippled several times, and the outline of the Personality Armament flashed through his pupils.
If one could pull back their perspective to the first layer of the mental space, they would surely see that much of Jack Graves's frenzied mental storm and intricate tapestry of thoughts had already been permeated by the Personality Armament!
Under Vaughan's control, a faint yet impossible-to-ignore concept was implanted within.
The move quickly bore fruit—a wisp of misty white appeared over the bodies of Jack Graves and the corpses behind him.
The savage expressions on their faces froze at once.
The whole world suddenly brightened. The dark clouds dispersed, the thunder vanished, and Vaughan silently watched as Jack Graves, standing amid a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood beneath the descending sunlight yet looking bizarrely positive and cheerful, gave him a sincere smile after a brief moment of confusion.
"Yes, Vaughan Weasley, we are the best of friends!"
He happily walked over.
Behind him, the corpses closed their eyes again and lay back down in the pools of blood.
Their faces became peaceful once more, as though they were carrying out some fated, sacred duty.
It