"I've become a dreamwalker," Philip said, his voice trembling with excitement. He strode confidently toward Sam.
Sam nodded nonchalantly, his eyes filled with discernment, and replied, "So have you made your decision? Will you join the Academe Guild?"
Philip's heart raced, and he couldn't help but feel a surge of tension. "Yes," he continued, "But before that, I want to ask you a question."
Sam seemed to anticipate this as he answered, his gaze intense, "What is it?"
"Do you know the source of that malignant force we suddenly felt this morning?" Philip asked, his curiosity written all over his face.
Sam froze for a moment, his eyes piercing into Philip as if searching for something hidden within him.
When Sam found nothing amiss in Philip's expression and emotion, he lowered his gaze and answered, "That was a mental collapse or a mental breakdown. It usually happens to those with tainted core memories..."
