The thick nightmare aura suddenly came to life and poured into Angor's right hand.
Angor was surprised. He didn't let his right hand absorb the nightmare aura at all.
His right hand was doing this on its own.
Angor had no idea where the nightmare aura went. Even in the real world, he didn't know much about his right hand, let alone the fact that he was a mortal.
As the nightmare aura poured into his hand, Angor felt his mind getting a little blurry. His vision became blurry and clear at times.
It was as if he fell from a dream into an ordinary one. His mind was getting blurry.
A large amount of nightmare energy gushed into Angor's hand. More and more green runes appeared on Angor's right hand as if they were replicating themselves.
The green runes became more and more lively, sometimes big, sometimes small, sometimes sparse, sometimes dense, and sometimes scattered. They looked like musical symbols that were composing an unknown score in the air.
In the end, the green runes flew away from Angor's right hand like fireflies and formed a clear ring before attaching themselves to the barrier of the semi-passage.
Just like the legendary Boundary Traversing Ring, a huge hole appeared in the boundary membrane out of nowhere.
Angor could no longer tell the difference between reality and illusion. His mind was getting muddled. He tried his best to keep his mind clear, but he couldn't keep himself in the dream.
Suddenly, he vaguely saw a tall figure appear in the "Boundary Crossing Ring" made of green stripes in front of the boundary membrane of the semi-tunnel.
The figure's long blond hair fluttered in the wind, revealing only a pair of blood-red eyes filled with indifference.
"You're —" Angor pointed at the figure despite his confused mind. "You're —"
Various images flashed in his mind.
He was standing in a dark, chaotic space. The chaotic space looked like the universe itself, where stars from billions of light-years away flickered dimly.
Angor stood at the very center of the dark universe.
In front of him was a mirror that could reflect the stars. The mirror was rectangular and seemed to have no borders. It stood there silently like a door.
He stood in front of the mirror and unconsciously reached out a hand to touch the surface.
There was another person in the mirror. Angor couldn't see the person's face clearly. He couldn't even tell the person's gender. He could only see a head of long blond hair and a pair of cold, blood-red eyes.
The person in the mirror also reached out a hand.
Their right hands made contact with the surface of the mirror, and ripples spread out like waves on the surface of the mirror.
Angor reached his right hand into the mirror.
The man in the mirror and Angor's hands met.
Starlight flickered, and the image stopped.
Angor quickly looked up. "I remember now. You're … Shava?"
Back in Witch's Town, Angor's right hand met with another person's, and something happened. Later, Sunders told him that there was a man with long blond hair whose hand merged with his.
Just like the person in the image in the mirror, they held hands and became one.
The golden-haired man stepped out of the tunnel and stood in front of Angor.
Angor was supposed to be scared. But just like what happened in Maya's place, he didn't feel fear at all. Instead, he felt calm.
"Answer me. Are you Shava?" Angor asked again, "Or are you me?"
My projection in the Nightmare Realm? Another 'me' in this world?
The nightmare aura around him was so dense that Angor couldn't see the person's figure clearly. His mind was getting more and more blurry as if his dream was collapsing. It was as if he had entered an ordinary dream that didn't distinguish between reality and illusion.
Before he completely fell into the dream, he saw the person in front of him moving his mouth.
But he couldn't sense what the person said. His clear mind was like a cup of white tea being stirred by a spoon. But now, it became muddy water that couldn't be reasoned with.
In his daze, he felt like he just had another dream.
The dream within a dream brought him back to the Chaotic Universe that was filled with ancient starlight.
In front of him was the same rippling water mirror.
On the other side of the mirror was the blond figure whose gender he couldn't tell.
His right hand was still in the water mirror that was filled with ripples.
If the person on the other side was Shava, or Angor's projection in the Nightmare Realm, then … Back in Witch's Town, his right hand had already fused with the person in the mirror, which was why something happened to his right hand.
But why was his right hand still inside the mirror?
Angor tried to pull his right hand out of the mirror, but he couldn't. Instead, the mirror began to ripple.
He couldn't pull his hand away. Instead, he tried to reach inside. There was still a lot of space. But soon, he realized that he couldn't move his hand away from the mirror.
Moreover, as he put his right hand in, his face was getting closer and closer to the mirror. He was only separated from the blond figure in the mirror by the thin surface of the mirror.
Angor suddenly felt a sense of danger.
I can't go in anymore!
Angor's mind cleared up a little when he sensed the danger. He tried to adjust his perspective, trying to make his blurry vision clear so that he could see the face of the person in the mirror.
But as he regained his consciousness, the ancient space around him began to collapse. It was as if everything around him had turned into dust and was being blown into an unknown hourglass by an ancient wind.
When all the dust was gone, Angor's mind slowly cleared up.
He opened his eyes and looked at the misty sky above him. For a moment, he didn't know where he was. Was he experiencing another dream within a dream? Or was he back in the dream wasteland? Or was he back in the real world?
It took him a while to figure out that he was still in the dream wasteland.
The thick nightmare aura was still flowing around him. It was spreading to every corner of the dream wasteland through some kind of meridian.
Angor sat up and looked around.
There was no blond figure in sight. The tunnel was fine, and there was no wind or waves. It was as if nothing happened.
But when he looked at his right hand, he noticed something different.
Did his right hand grow longer?
Angor reached out both hands and compared them with his left. His left hand was about a palm's length shorter than his right hand.
His left hand was already smaller than his right hand. Why did his left hand grow shorter as well?
Angor suddenly remembered something. When he was dreaming, he once reached his right hand into the mirror. Did he fuse more parts of his body with the nightmare entity?
With his heart trembling, he took off his coat.
Before, the green lines only covered his right hand. But now, they extended all the way to his forearm and elbow.
As Angor expected, his right forearm changed again. It was exactly the same as when he reached into the mirror in Angor's dream.
"My right forearm …" Angor muttered. "It's just a dream. I'm still in the dream wasteland, so I won't affect reality, right?"
Angor tried to comfort himself, but he still remembered that the last time he fused his right hand was in the Nightmare Realm, which wasn't real either.
But it still affected reality in the end.
For a second, Angor felt the urge to leave the dream wasteland and return to reality. But when he stood up, the bag beside him began to rustle.
He picked up the bag and saw several pieces of glass-like Realm Glaze inside.
He picked up the bag and looked at the half-passage not far away. After hesitating for a while, he decided not to return to reality.
Instead, he used "God's View" and scanned the area covered by the nightmare aura. He didn't find anything unusual. The golden-haired man was nowhere to be seen.
Whatever happened while he was in the dream, at least that person wasn't here anymore.
He had to figure out a way to deal with the dream wasteland. He couldn't just sit around and do nothing.
He decided to stick to his original plan and see if he could cut off the dream wasteland.
But before that, there was something else he needed to check.
Now that his right forearm seemed to have fused, could he still use his right hand to absorb nightmare aura and create an isolated space?
Angor gave it a try and found that he could control his right hand again.
He could now absorb a large amount of nightmare aura with his right hand, and the effect seemed to have improved. His control over the nightmare aura was also better than before. Just like Dark Requiem, he could now condense the nightmare aura into a single point to restrain, block, and disperse it.
Everything was back to normal, and it was even better than he expected. However, he didn't feel too happy about it. The sudden loss of control over his body made him feel powerless.
Would he still be himself if he fused more parts of his body with someone else's?
Sunders told Angor to treat it as a projection bloodline, which was the most suitable bloodline for him. Still, Angor couldn't help but feel insecure when he couldn't do anything about it.
But this wasn't the time for him to feel sorry for himself. He had no choice but to suppress his anger and get his mind back on the right track for now.
Everything else aside, he had to focus on cutting off the dream wasteland.
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