"The dream is over."
"Returning..."
Swoosh—
The stagnant space-time instantly returns to its original state.
Accompanied by the moist, bloody scent entering his nostrils, the thunderous sound of the storm resounds once more beside his ears.
Xia Nan half-lies on the ground, leaning against the tree trunk.
His pitch-black eyes stare straight ahead, gazing into the void.
He appears somewhat dazed.
It's naturally due to the massive influx of memory images from the Dream Weaving Corridor, simulated in his mind.
From a real-world perspective, perhaps only a thousandth of a second has passed.
But for Xia Nan himself, it seems that in this instant, he has undergone the complete process from the encounter and acquaintance with the Winter Wolf "Kalosh" and the barbarian "Grom" to their eventual parting.
Of course, the memories of simple things like eating and sleeping, including the two years of Kalosh's disappearance, are as fleeting and fuzzy as recalling a dream after waking.
