Rod suddenly opened his eyes and saw a white ceiling adorned with a copper lamp.
The silence was oppressive, and the dim light showed that it was still night.
"Is this... a dream?"
Rod pulled back the covers and found his entire body drenched, his heart beating rapidly, the sound of blood rushing in his ears.
"No, this is not a dream."
A strong sense of fatigue and exhaustion emerged from the depths of the soul; no dream would feel this real.
With a thought, Rod's soul soared up and returned to the Dream Realm in an instant.
Grayish-white mist slowly flowed in the silence, and in the night sky, the stars with completed quantification shimmered. In the middle, the "Dark Devourer" glowed brightly like a red eye.
The Dream Realm's architecture stood in the night and mist, unchanged as always.
Everything was exactly as seen before, except there was no thick fog covering everything later. Rod could also sense the Dream Realm, manipulate it freely, and receive feedback.
