Ethan was sitting in his room, thinking his next moves.
Suddenly, a voice—deep, ancient, and overwhelming—echoed inside his head.
"Wake up, child. How long are you going to waste in this illusion?"
Ethan froze. His heart skipped a beat. "Who is this?" he asked,his voice was tense but steady.
"I am nothing but a remnant of an old man, who was betrayed by his disciples and killed brutally," the voice said, and its tone was heavy with sorrow and bitterness.
Ethan made a reflexive sound because he was unsure how to respond. "Huh?"
Then he was embarrassed and coughed. "Cough! What do you mean by wasting your time in an illusion?"
Ethan's eyes narrowed, and he took a cautious step back. "This tower, all these thousands of worlds… what do you mean? Are they illusions?"
