The Sound of Dawn sailed on the endless ocean under the sunlight.
On the deck, Alka lay in the vine chair constructed by the Sound of Dawn, swaying and basking in the sun.
Feeling the warm sunlight, he pondered over some matters.
Next to him, Lucilia watched Alka, transformed into a miniature doll, walking back and forth on his body.
"How strange? How did you recover so well?"
Lucilia asked curiously.
She stepped on his body while constantly observing.
She had checked Alka's condition just yesterday, which required rest. Re-establishing the link with his body could lead to instability in the fusion of spirit and flesh.
Alka indeed had been in such a state.
How could he inexplicably recover after just one night's sleep?
Entering the Dream Realm now should have deteriorated such a condition.
Could it be some special ability of the Dream Realm King again? If he could even repair this, it would be outrageous.
After all, this belonged to a real-world illness.
