Hovering between dreams and reality in a trance, she seemed to see a possibility for the future.

Wake up from your own dreams, but still be in the nightmare of the world - if the world really dreams.

She stared at her pale palms in a daze, and then let her body float, aimlessly floating like a forgotten balloon in a monotonous gray world.

A distorted black slid past her, and she scrambled to rise to float to avoid the mess of pitch-black lines—instinctively, she felt it was too dangerous to touch.

The blacks here are thicker than they were 'some time ago'.

Of course, Loria was not afraid of the dark, but these opaque blacknesses like inkblots worried her.

There was no point in finding out what had happened, after the dragon had slipped into his dream...... There must have been some subtle mistake in the way she woke up.

Wake up and sleep, she still hasn't found the 'right' way to wake up, but she sees many fragmented pictures intermittently...... Some are meaningful and about the past, and some are so incomprehensible that they can't even be called pictures.

What exactly does she see when she dreams in the dreams of the world?

However, there are a few exceptions to the illogical fragments...... She clearly saw some of them, and what happened to them.

To be precise, she saw what was about to happen to some people.

More precisely, she sees the most likely of some people's many future possibilities.

Is this foreknowledge?

Loria shook her head, she didn't believe in the fairy tales about foresight - the prophets in those stories were either liars or had figured out the variables that affected the occurrence and successfully predicted the outcome.

There is another possibility.

Who can guarantee that time in a spooky dream is synchronized with the outside world?

The Prophet may have become a Prophet simply because she had the means to enter a river that flowed faster.

Loria shook her head again. interrupted a thought that was becoming more and more strange...... What happened to those people?

She adjusted the output of her mana, allowing herself to slowly turn in the air, carefully dodging the wandering blacks and sliding down the lower levels of the tower.

The grey tower is completely different from the 'real' Karazhan structure, and in some places it looks like it has been dyed black. Some places are strange, and the pathways connecting each floor are always changing.

One moment here, the next they move somewhere else, they don't change before her eyes, but outside her gaze, they change all the time.

It took a long time (at least Loria felt like it took her). She found the staircase downward, this time between three hidden walls, the entrance black hollow, like a deep well in the shade.

With the flotation technique, she at least didn't have to worry about falling into a stupid one.

Stopped again to adjust the output of the mana. She slowed down awkwardly and staggeredly, and began to descend.

Halfway through, things began to look wrong, and the downward journey seemed like it would never end, and above and below, she saw opaque black patches that were distinct from the darkness, and they all pressed towards her.

Once again, she had a strong premonition that she must never touch these things!

Cutting off the supply of mana, Loria began to fall rapidly. Just as she was about to touch the black below, she kicked forward hard, causing her back to hit the opposite wall. A momentary deceleration gave her time to find support.

She spread her hands out and would be able to clasp the brick joints on both sides.

Loria stopped falling, leaning against a wall, adjusting her body nimbly from time to time, avoiding the black patches that were floating upwards.

Should the vampire be thankful for her hard, sharp nails or her fluttering weight and petite figure?

Either way, the vampire's physical gifts are a perfect match for her size. Agility has been given the most gains...... She rarely finds herself in such an awkward situation, but when faced with complex terrain. She always had a way to deal with it—far more than normal agility and speed, even allowing her to walk on a vertical wall for a moment.

Although the posture is definitely not elegant.

After climbing down for a long time. She let go of her hand, and her body landed lightly on the ground.

She reached the bottom of the tower, where the black patches were already dense, and now they were getting worse and worse as well.

Loria no longer used the flotation technique, which she was not yet proficient in, and after a long time, she walked on her legs again, with some subtle incongruity at first, but soon got used to it again.

The black patches became denser, but not enough to affect walking, and deftly dodging the random black patches or threads, Loria went all the way, and after many turns back, finally found a mirror—it was also the same as the world, composed only of different shades of gray, but when Loria approached it, its gray mirror reflected the color.

It's just that it doesn't reflect Loria, but someone else.

In the mirror, Loria saw the woman she had been with for a while looking in the mirror to check her appearance. She grinned exaggeratedly or tugged her eyelids, which would have been embarrassing to know if she had been seen.

However, Loria was in no mood to appreciate the ugliness of others at the moment—the place where the priestess was in the mirror, the walls were covered with rust stained with dark red blood, and between the cracks in the rotten wooden planks above her head, reptiles were constantly burrowing in and out.

Loria opened her mouth and tried to speak, wave, and shout quietly, but as she had done the previous times, the priestess was just looking in the mirror to herself, and she could not hear or see her.

She tried to use magic to interfere with the world in the mirror...... Urging the power of the arcane, she began to hammer the mirror with her magic...... The impression in the mirror shook for a moment, and finally succeeded in attracting the attention of the priestess, and Loria saw her face close to the mirror, and then her expression changed to doubt, and then the doubt was forgotten by her.

Magic interfered to no avail, and when Loria tried to shake the mirror again, she found that she had little magic left—she had been floating for too long.

Helpless, she gathered the last of her magic and tried to write on the mirror.

When her fingertips ran the last line and completed the simple word, Loria noticed that the expression of the priestess in the mirror had changed from surprise to panic, and she made a loud hissing expression and ran away silently.

The image in the mirror shifted to an irrelevant place, still a mixture of disgusting, dark, and blood, and Loria sighed, wishing they had been warned by her.

……

Suspiciously, Gordon walked into the cramped but clean bathroom, where he removed the mirror from the wall and looked closely at the light—as the startled woman had said, with faint, strange marks on it.

He thought it was a mirror flower, so he wiped it with his hand.

Sure enough, the trace was gone.

See, the nagging and neurotic priestess must have hallucinated due to reflections or something. (To be continued)

ps:So I came back to this article like this.,It's a pity.,I didn't take advantage of the side story to finish this book.。

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