Antimony Kingdom, City of Knowledge Leipzig.
The Shadow Soul suddenly sat up from bed with a start.
A young man who looked to be in his twenties or thirties was panicking as he scanned his surroundings.
In the dead of night, the room was lit with two rows of candles behind red paper shades, casting a blood-red hue throughout. An unmistakable scent of blood pervaded the room, with the remnants of animals laid around the Ritual Array.
"...Is this... real?"
The doubt in the Shadow Soul's heart slipped out.
He had just experienced something terrifying in an illusion, or so it seemed.
He could no longer recall what had specifically happened—after the dream ended, those images rapidly faded from his mind. However, the terror was deeply etched into his soul.
It was as if he had been through this scene before. Like waking from a dream, only to find himself in a deeper one.
