In the real world, if you hated everything before your eyes, you could simply close them and listen quietly to the wind and rain.
But in the Dreamlands, that method did not work.
For the wind in the Dreamlands was not air flowing between warmth and cold, nor was its rain made of droplets condensed from water vapor.
Wrapped inside the raindrops of the Dreamlands were scenes from particular moments in some corner of the real world; entwined in its winds were all the shattered emotions people in the real world had once felt, along with memories on the verge of fading away.
That was why the rain here was colder than outside, and the wind more likely to leave you feeling suffocated.
Once, Nikita had only read about this world's wind and rain in books. She had even imagined how delightful it would be to wander through them with that wizard who had a pair of emerald-green eyes.
Today, she finally walked amid that wind and rain, but those old fantasies had long since left her heart. The emerald-green eyes were no longer beside her, either. There was only a bland face like white porcelain, cautiously following in her footsteps.
This was the Bewitching Forest.
A forest deep within the Dreamlands.
In this forest brimming with magic power and mystery, countless squat but stout oaks twisted and intertwined, forming passageways of branches, shrubs, and mushrooms.
These passageways led in every direction, linking the different regions of the Dreamlands while also breaking through the constraints of time and space to connect with certain corners of the real world.
Nikita had come here to add some powerful fighters to her army of monstrous beasts. Reinforcements unavailable in the Silent Forest, ones that could give those old fossils at the school a