"Huh?"
A soft gasp; in an unknown place, it was the White Dragon, wandering between reality and dream, who first discovered Heracles.
Wandering at the edge of the All-Spirit Realm, Yserania wasn't here for the first time.
Throughout past years, she often came to the banks of the River of Oblivion, watching the struggles and the descent of countless souls.
The memories of those with a weak will and unremarkable impressions had long settled at the riverbed amidst the flowing waters.
Those who managed to maintain their sanity all the way to the All-Spirit Realm often had a glorious life.
Yserania didn't care how they lived before, but she would bestow them with a beautiful dream at the end of their life, ultimately preserving it deep within the Dream Spirit Realm, becoming one of the bricks supporting its expansion.
In this case, when Heracles appeared here, he almost immediately attracted the White Dragon's attention.
