Ana cheered excitedly, waving her hand toward Lein, "Amazing… Master, look over here!" She held her phone up high, trying to get Lein's attention amidst his grand display.
"Are those people who look like you your own clones?" she asked, her voice full of hope.
Lein, though far away, heard her question. He merely nodded, smiling faintly, "You're right."
Within the dream bubble he had created, Lein observed everything happening, including the soldiers who continued talking about his abilities, unaware they were already trapped in an illusory reality.
He waved his hand gently, releasing dream energy that took the form of transparent gray mist. The mist drifted toward each soldier's head, filling their minds for a moment before exiting smoothly. The effect was immediate—all the soldiers fell silent, confusion clouding their faces.
After a few seconds, they began looking at one another as though they had just noticed something strange.
