The howling darkness came forth, sweeping up gusts of chilling wind.
When Russell opened his eyes again, he saw the "Illusion Dream."
It was neither a majestic Divine King nor a cunning Demon.
It was an endless expanse, dreamlike and illusory in the twilight.
Yellow, orange, blood red, purple, deep blue. They flowed gently like gauze, permeating this boundless world. It seemed like a living creature and like a marvel. If it were shaped into a sphere, it would easily fill the Pacific Ocean. If spread out, it would easily cover the entire Earth.
The "Illusion Dream" did not attack Russell; instead, it seemed quite delighted, gently wrapping around him. The sensation was like a warm hairdryer softly patting his body or a mother's hair brushing against him.
As the essence of the Dusk Seed, the moment Russell made contact with the "Illusion Dream," he understood its nature.
—The "Illusion Dream" was not an individual but a special species.
