What is this sorcery?
Rod had finally understood what a "thunderstrike at the beginning" meant.
The Dream Realm had always been his private domain, never visited by any real guests.
Theodore was the first.
But why is everyone else a Soul Fire? Why are you a Spiritual Body?
Others can only quietly stay on the Soul Altar, sealed within the Crystal Wall, yet you can move around?
And besides a certain person, no one else has self-consciousness, nor can anyone observe the Dream Realm. Why can you?
Rod could hardly believe his eyes; he even left the Dream Realm and entered it again.
But the Dean's Spiritual Body still hadn't disappeared; it even came up to him to take a closer look.
"...A very peculiar Spiritual Body, just like the person himself... It's truly miraculous, the legends are actually true."
Rod cautiously took a step back, looking up at the Spiritual Body formed from white mist, and asked with a complex tone,
"Dean Theodore... is that you? Are you alright?"
