As Dian moved his hands, a dark gloom gradually rippled outward in every direction...
The originally clear moonlight abruptly became veiled in a layer of "gauze," hazy and indistinct.
The gentle night breeze softly struck the jagged, heart-shaped, and long-leafed branches, their rustling tones reaching straight into the heart.
Whoosh—
Centered beneath Dian's feet, rings of black ripples appeared out of thin air. The lush grass instantly transformed into a black abyss, streams of air spiraling upward as murmurs and prayers seemed to—
Dreams descend once more!
Ding—
The black abyss rippled with layers of texture, and a black figure slowly emerged from within.
The murmurs all around became more soothing and seductive, clearer and deeper, and even more powerful!
Dian's vision blurred for a moment. His figure swayed, and he hurriedly bit the tip of his tongue before immediately taking the only two Healing Crystals from his practically empty backpack and swallowing them.
Only when the cold current flowed from his throat into his mind did his consciousness clear, giving his entire body a sudden jolt.
"Huff~ huff~ huff~"
Even without looking, Dian knew that Misdreavus had finally been unable to resist her deep drowsiness and had fallen asleep.
Fortunately, she had not been blessed by Darkrai this time.
Her dream belonged only to her.
Dian did not immediately look toward Beedrill, whose entrance had been extraordinarily dramatic... After all, this manner of appearing did not fit Beedrill's aesthetic. It had not created this spectacle of its own accord, but had been forced to do so.
Thus, it could be judged that Beedrill was currently in the stage of suppressing this power.
"Hee hee hee~"
Misdreavus seemed to have dreamed of something. The corners of her mouth curled up slightly, and her pink hair tips danced lightly along with