Dream World.
Ruled by the dreamer's subconscious.
But only if there was no interference from an outside "great god."
"Mm..."
Heiduo shook his head, trying to clear his mind.
Even a hundred points of Inner Focus could not let him lucid dream at will. Either his mental attribute was still insufficient, or Inner Focus had nothing to do with dreams at all.
The mages in Western fantasy works did not seem able to control dreams either.
After struggling for about half a minute.
Heiduo gradually felt his mind clear.
Turning his head, he found that Darkrai had somehow come to stand beside him.
As the Nightmare God, Darkrai possessed an innate, exceptional command over dreams. Even Mismagius could not compare, and the only one who could rival Darkrai in status was Cresselia, the Goddess of Sweet Dreams.
They were natural enemies.
"Thanks."
Heiduo thanked Darkrai softly, and Darkrai nodded.
With his mind clear, the scenery around him was no longer as hazy as before.
"So it's the Divine Capital Ruins again..."
Heiduo frowned. He was standing right at the entrance to the Divine Capital Ruins, the place where he had once fought valiantly with Shun in hand.
But compared to the real Divine Capital Ruins, the one in his dream was clearly lacking in detail. Many areas had been cobbled together, and Heiduo even spotted a rock from Mt. Silver.
He had crashed into it while skiing. Nothing serious had happened in the end, but the memory of the pain had remained in his mind.
That was normal. People always remembered bad things deeply, while good things were forgotten in the blink of an eye.
"No one. Gold and the others are gone."
After noticing the first difference, the second quickly appeared before Heiduo.
Gold and the others, who had