To prepare for the sword of Damocles called the "Displacement Incident" hanging over the entire Fitoia Territory.
Over these past days, Cui Ciyou had poured almost all his time and energy into endless discussions and planning with Philip.
From lobbying strategies in the Royal Capital to evacuation routes for hundreds of thousands of residents, the distribution of supplies, and efforts to reassure the populace...
Every task was an undertaking so vast and complicated that it could have crushed an ordinary person.
After two straight days of exhausting mental effort, even Cui Ciyou, whose mental power far exceeded that of an ordinary person, felt deeply fatigued.
That night, Cui Ciyou finally fell into a deep sleep in his comfortable guest room at the Boreas Estate.
His consciousness seemed to sink into a bottomless sea.
Down and down it fell...
He had no idea how much time had passed before he regained consciousness.
But he found himself in a bizarre, pure-white space beyond anything words could describe.
Endless banks of milky-white fog surrounded him.
The fog was impossibly thick, yet it did nothing to obstruct his vision.
Everywhere he looked, there was nothing but a vast, unsettling emptiness.
There was no sky, no ground, no boundary, and no point of reference.
At the very center of this void, a figure floated silently.
He was a humanoid silhouette that defied precise description.
His face was pale and indistinct, always bearing a faint, deeply uncomfortable smile.
Although the outlines of his features were clearly visible, they seemed shrouded in an invisible, constantly shifting mosaic.
It was impossible to form a stable, clear impression of him.
As Cui Ciyou watched that figure, an icy chill rose from the depths of his soul and instantly spread through his entire body.
On the surface, however, he remained