The air was just right, and the sun shone gently on her body. There was also a gentle breeze that lifted the strands of hair that fell over her shoulders.
It was such a pleasant day.
But Shiliew couldn't help herself.
She still didn't know where she was. She didn't even know if this was reality or a dream.
If it was a dream, then it was too real. The cool breeze that brushed past her fingertips, the fluttering of her hair, and the ravine of light and shadow under the cover of the floating clouds, Shiliew had never been able to simulate such a detailed place in her dreams before. Most importantly, she could also think deeply about it.
She felt like she was in the real world, but she couldn't say that.
But she was still hesitant to say that she was in the real world. She couldn't sense any energy at all. She couldn't sense any mana in the wind, and she couldn't even sense her mind space. She couldn't even control her water.
She was as weak as a mortal right now. Or rather, she was a mortal right now.
She didn't feel like she was in the real world at all.
"If this is a dream, I'm still in my own dream," Shiliew muttered. Shiliew thought that if she was in a dream, she could change the illusion around her. Why not try changing the environment around her?
But in the end, she failed. She couldn't do anything.
"Could it be that this isn't my dream? Could it really be reality? Or could it be that I'm actually still fighting with Onassis and have fallen into an illusion created by Onassis? "Shiliew's imagination was running wild as she began to think of all sorts of possibilities.
While Shiliew was thinking, she suddenly heard footsteps coming from not far away.
Shiliew quickly turned around and saw a figure.
But then she saw a figure behind her. She didn't know when he appeared, but he was slowly walking towards Shiliew.
Without her spirit perception, Shiliew could only see the outline of the figure. When the figure got closer, she finally noticed that it was someone she knew.
"Angor? You were dragged here by Onassis too? " Not long ago, Shiliew was thinking that she might be trapped in an illusion created by Onassis, so she blurted it out when she saw Angor.
"… Huh?"
Shiliew covered her mouth after she finished speaking. "I think I was confused just now. I mean, why are you here?"
So this wasn't an illusion created by Onassis, but by Angor himself? Shiliew muttered. Angor should be able to create an illusion that could block her energy attacks.
Angor chuckled. "You think this is an illusion?"
"Isn't that so?"
"Of course not." Angor shook his head. "This is a dream."
Shiliew shook her head subconsciously. If this was a dream, it was too real. It didn't seem like a dream at all, and if it was a dream … "Are you a figment of my imagination?"
Shiliew lowered her head. "I don't like him. Why would I think of him in my dream? Don't tell me you were influenced by Shan? "
Angor looked at Shiliew and rubbed his forehead. He never noticed Shiliew talking to herself like this before. Moreover, he was talking to himself in front of others.
"You didn't dream about me. I brought you to my dream," Angor explained.
Shiliew gave him a doubtful look. She still couldn't believe it.
Angor sighed and explained, "I learned some dream tricks, so I built a dream bridge and brought you to my place."
"Is this really a dream?" Shiliew looked at Angor's expression and asked again, "Is this really a dream?"
Then why did it feel so real? Her mind was as clear as the real world. It was completely different from her own dream. Was this a dream that only official wizards could create?
"Of course. This is a dream. What do you think?"
Shiliew nodded. "If this is a dream, then it's great. It's rare for me to be able to think so clearly … "Due to her physical condition, even if she woke up in the real world, she would still feel sleepy for a while, and she would only fully wake up after that. In order to have such a clear mind, Shiliew not only had to fight against her dreams, but also her physical condition, which was very hard to come by.
"If only I could keep dreaming like this …" Shiliew sighed. Shiliew was very emotional. Even though she had no power in this dream, her mind was not limited. She could think about many problems and make up for the time she wasted in her sleep.
"Maybe it won't be long before your dream comes true."
Shiliew looked at Angor with a hesitant expression. She enjoyed having such a clear mind, but she still didn't want to run into Angor's dream every day.
Angor didn't explain further. This was the dream wasteland, and he only brought Shiliew here to see how she felt about it.
Now it seemed that his plan worked well. Shiliew immediately noticed the difference between the dream wasteland and her own dream.
As for the dream wasteland, Angor would leave a place for Shiliew when he opened it to the public. As a friend, Angor hoped that the dream wasteland could help Shiliew.
"I brought you here because I have something to ask you," Angor explained.
Shiliew looked at Angor and asked again, "Are you really Angor?"
"Of course. You're still in the infirmary. Nausica, Shan, and the others are all watching over you. "
"I'm in the infirmary? It seems that I have indeed lost to Onassis. "Shiliew pondered for a moment before asking," Are my injuries … serious? "
"No. You don't even have any obvious injuries on your body." Angor shrugged. "That's why I'm here to ask about your condition. What happened in the arena? Why did you suddenly fall asleep after taking the potion?"
"I don't know why either." Shiliew considered. "I noticed that whenever I think about what happened in the arena, my memory is quickly fading away …"
What Shiliew told Angor matched what he learned from Sabot. Most people who fought against Onassis would lose their memories of the battle to some extent.
Shiliew paused for a moment. "But maybe it's because I'm in a dream. My memory of Onassis is slowly covered by a layer of dust. If you're really Angor, you can help me record my memories before they disappear completely. "
Shiliew tried to recall what happened.
Onassis's face was blurred, but Shiliew remembered everything else that had happened in the ring.
Including the runes on the ground, the cheers of the audience, and the whispers carried by the wind …
Shiliew tried to recall the entire match. She did not find anything wrong. Only the whispers in the wind confused her.
The whispers in the wind did not sound like human speech. Instead, they sounded more like information carried by the wind.
This feeling was like a person who was walking alone in an alley and smelled the fragrance of flowers when passing by a courtyard. The wind carried the fragrance out of the garden, and the pedestrian could not help but stop and think about it.
That was what happened to Shiliew. However, what the wind carried to her was not the fragrance of flowers, but a whisper.
The content of the whispers was a single sentence.
"The earth governs the growth of all things. The cycle of the sun and the moon indicates the passage of time. The lighthouse represents the valley. The stars indicate the distance. The wind brings the frost. The fire takes off his clothes. "
"What about you?"
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