Elias watched Olivia, who was incessantly murmuring to herself, appearing almost possessed.
His expression was filled with concern.
"Are you alright? Have you not been resting well lately?"
Her face was excessively pale, and her eyes were bloodshot, as if she had been staying up all night.
But Elias knew that her current state was likely more due to a "backlash."
The cost of creating a dream world as vivid as reality was undoubtedly high, and he sensed she was succumbing to the inevitable corruption and madness that afflicts those with extraordinary powers.
Her obsession had taken a toll, and even as a descendant of ancient gods, she wasn't immune to the dangers of overusing her abilities.
Moreover, the power source of the "dream realm" wasn't originally hers.
The horrific truth behind the dream, a power from ancient deities, was not something to be delved into too deeply...
"I'm fine, I'm fine...."
