When the illusory scene completely vanished from view, the world returned to a cold and bloody reality, and all that surrounded He Ao was the dim silence of the night.
He Ao retracted the wooden box he had extended and slid it back onto his back.
The Array carved on the wooden box glowed a bit stronger after it had absorbed those purple mists, and the power stored inside it increased slightly.
Looking through the glass curtain wall at the blood-soaked pit, He Ao slowly turned his head and walked towards the open doors of the mainframe room.
Dream Weaver.
How many could resist the temptation of the dreams they most desired?
The figure of He Ao passed through the door and looked towards the room gleaming with red light.
"Uncle Jess, did something happen over there? Why haven't you spoken for so long? Our network here went down, and it looks like the cable was physically unplugged over there."
Vianne's slightly anxious voice came through the headset.