Snowflakes drifted down, covering the shattered trenches. Deathly silence hung all around, broken only by the occasional gust of wind, like the whispers of fallen soldiers.
"Hmm." A sigh came from the woman before them, with long purple hair and pale violet eyes. "Two people this time?"
Walter blinked. He neither responded nor answered, and his face showed no expression at all. He merely pulled out a small brown glass bottle.
"Stop, Uncle Yang!!! Didn't Doctor Natasha say you could only take that medicine three times a day at most?!"
March 7th hurriedly grabbed Walter.
If this wasn't working, couldn't they just go back to the Astral Express? Why insist on staying here to do archaeology?
"I just wanted to verify whether this was reality." Walter lowered his arm. "It doesn't seem like a dream."
March 7th didn't know what to say. "What about this looks like a dream?"
"No. Strictly speaking, you two are dreaming." The graceful woman opposite them, with two long swords at her waist, said, "We happened to share the same dream when we entered Penacony's vicinity... Sir, it's rather awkward for me when you stare like that."
"My apologies." Walter adjusted his glasses. "You remind me of someone I once knew. May I ask an impertinent question?"
The woman with the swords nodded.
Walter pointed at the fearsome weapon hanging at her side. "What is that weapon called?"
"..." She fell briefly silent, as though searching her memory.
"I cut down a bunch of shadows in that canyon just now and picked this up as a trophy."
After speaking, she glanced at the other long sword at her waist. Violet light shrouded it, lightning flickered across it, and holding it let her feel a strange power.
Welt Yang let out a long breath. "You mentioned