A weightless falling sensation enveloped him. Countless gray-white streaks of light and shadow, mist, or perhaps phantoms of some fluid substance rushed past his eyes.
Inside this narrow passage, which seemed to have been sliced open by something sharp, a sticky, clinging sensation all but soaked Jiang Yu from head to toe.
Traveling between entire dreamscapes felt even stranger than Jiang Yu had imagined. At the very least, he had never expected an excessively high concentration of memoria to feel so uncomfortable, like sweating all over after going months without a bath.
If he had never learned to control memoria, he might not have been so sensitive to the sensation. Still, every gain came with a loss, and being more sensitive to disturbances in memoria was not entirely a bad thing.
Beside Jiang Yu, March 7th was falling along with him.
The lively girl had fainted while they charged toward the region of turbulent memoria, but she was perfectly conscious on the return trip.
Then again, he and March 7th had both been riding the Purple Tyrannosaurus at the time, and she had been sitting higher than him...
Jiang Yu suspected that crossing between dreamscapes might not actually affect most people's minds. March 7th had probably fainted because, when the tyrannosaurus smashed through the ceiling, her scalp had been the first thing to hit the memoria that had collapsed into hard chunks of stone.
"Why is this taking so long? Little Yu, you weren't scammed, were you? Was that guy who suddenly appeared really Fuli? Maybe it was Mythus."
March 7th looked rather glum. A considerable amount of time had passed since Little Yu split the desert open and the two of them jumped down to begin their return journey.
She had not checked exactly how long it had been,