He came here consciously because of his power. The Power of Wandering resonated with the power of Brahms, to the world of the mind, the portal to the Land of Dreams.
At the most basic level, his strength allows him to move freely across various terrains. In general, as long as he moves, most circumstances will naturally favor him.
At higher levels, his physique automatically changes to adapt to any terrain. When he reached the Gatekeeper level, he was able to use Walaric's travel symbol, which allowed him to identify and maintain sophisticated, defining links between origin and destination, to travel to multiple destinations. Unique locations, including Detail World. He obtained what he needed to perform the third ritual by temporarily augmenting his power with an inexplicable abnormality in his body.
While his thoughts were lost in the sky of memories, the dramatic journey was like a staged play in the sky. There's a lot of crazy and scary stuff in there. A crumbling ruin, a monster that moves strangely, a strange world full of fog, and fierce crimson eyes are all hidden. Until Althur focused his attention on something else, each of them seemed to transform and appear as he remembered them.
As a Walaric, he has an amazing ability to absorb information from the environment. As he traveled, he learned that this strange world is divided into three parts: the mysterious things that hang in the sky, the things he can perceive at eye level, and the things he doesn't want to think about beneath his feet. The light of the three orbs holds the hierarchy of the mental realm. And everything else functions in its light.
Apart from the sea beneath his feet, other strange regions of singularity made him aware but incomprehensible. It seemed like a long time to walk to the end of a vast and infinite sea. But now he found himself in a strange space. It was no longer a quiet black body of water but rather an abstract and cryptic symbol.
It's a forest of knots. Some subtle connections that exist around him. It's Walaric's instinct that tells him the starting point to get somewhere else.
He stood in front of a chaotic and distorted space containing knots made from memories and woven into chains. This is a place where the past and the present are woven together in a complex tapestry of memories.
He saw reflections in the threads of his own life and those of people he had met, known, loved, despised, or forgotten. They were all reflected lights of many shades and intensities. He was aware of the events and choices that had shaped him, the decisions he had made, and the secrets that had tormented him. He was aware of the threads that bound his soul, the limits that governed his freedom, and the knots that bound him to his fate.
An experienced man, he knew better than to disparage a strange place. It was obvious that the tapestry conveyed an impulse. As he stood in this forest, he felt a tender urge to immerse himself in his beautiful memories, be they of happy occasions or of the spiritual support of the people he loved. He wanted to immerse himself in them, take on the role of hero, and relive that moment forever.
It is difficult to predict what will happen if he chooses to do so. "My consciousness is still awake," Althur reasoned. He had none of the will necessary to surrender himself and live in his mind. He was cautious in unfamiliar situations, like walking on a tightrope, with each step requiring the utmost concentration and precision.
If he relaxed even a little, he would fall into the honey-sweet trap he had set for himself. It would be hilarious if he ended up being the one to kill himself.
While he was thinking, the Madness was secretly changing. But what struck him most was the appearance of a series that was gradually fading away. Instead of this chain being naturally forgotten, decaying, and falling into the sea of negativity, it is as if an invisible hand had carefully selected and tied each knot.
How could he miss it? This was the power he had been looking for. "Haha." He let out an extravagant laugh. Something was now present in his mind—something that he had not been able to reveal despite his brooding in that crazy library.
"You found it." Before he could think more carefully, a young gentleman's voice rang out. He is dressed in a black suit and matching gloves. The top hat appears to be the focal point of the attire, causing others not to notice the color of his eyes. They were a faint gray, like the distant stars.
"And who are you?" Althur asked.
"I am you." With the same expression, the person opposite replied.
"And you know about this." He pointed to the fragments of memory that had been affected.
"Yes. But don't ask. We never met."
""And what have you found?"
"I am you. I knew what you knew." It seemed like a stranger sight than what was there. When a young man throws someone who looks like him or it's him.
"So, tell me what you knew."
The stranger smiled, looking up at Althur while he asked. Strangely enough, if he added a well-trimmed beard, it would be his honorable teacher.
"Why don't you find out for yourself? I haven't seen you do that since you started out." The man spoke with an ethereal voice.
With that, he pushed Althur into the chains manipulated by an invisible hand. But instead of falling, Althur's body suddenly became balanced, and he quickly lunged forward, preparing to catch his opponent.
"That's right, I am killing myself." Althur said.
He had his opponent in his grasp in no time at all. However, as if they knew each other well, the two of them fell into a helpless chase where neither of them had the upper hand, as if the other's moves were clearly understood in the other's mind.
"I know what you know; I have what you have. We are one."
"Really?" Althur asked, raising his voice.
Suddenly, everything seemed absurd since the grass and flowers began to bloom at his feet. It was so alive, as if it had a mind of its own and was trying to thwart its opponents.
The man was not surprised; he looked at the red light emanating from Althur's heart and said it faintly.
"At the end of the day, we are of the same essence."
The Madness seemed to glow with a different intensity. But nobody noticed, because what was most vivid was the clashing and touching between two silhouettes.
Beneath the flowers and grass, they didn't see anyone's feet, but watery black snakes. As an illusory sun rushed in to consume everything in its path, the figure smiled and collided with the power of Althur. Suddenly, a light from somewhere full of absurdity caught him off guard, and he was thrown backwards.
Colliding with the knots behind him, he felt his self-consciousness fade and become uncomfortable, making the red light over his heart glow again. Althur's figure gradually disappeared, as mysterious as his appearance.
"Unacceptable". The shadow, which seemed impossible to appear under the slowly fading sun, left such words after a simple encounter.
There was a minor alteration, as small as nothing, far outside the grasp of Althur's cognitive abilities, passing all the places where the three orbs shone. As if a jewel had been sealed, tiny cracks began to appear.