"The dream has ended."
"Returning now..."
The warm ashes drifting gently through the air turned into finer dust and vanished without a trace; the crimson sparks with their inexplicable mournful undertones no longer appeared as the flames on the body's surface were extinguished.
The battle was over, and the sixty-second duration of [Embers Resonance] had also reached its end.
The scorching heat emanating from the sword hilt of the [Ash Fall] straight sword dissipated, along with the originally fiery sword blade, turning now into a cold, gray-black hue.
Xia Nan stood in place, his dark eyes slightly dazed, processing the vast information that had suddenly flooded his mind.
"Was it really Mo'en..."
Perhaps due to the earlier activation of the [Dream Weaving Corridor], the experiences within the dream led him to a misjudgment.
