Meanwhile, inside a certain dreamscape, Briar was chilling with the ancestor spiritualists. Her lips curled into a smirk as amusement was written all over her face.
Seeing her like that and recalling the mess she had just caused; the ancestors were regretting their choice. However, they couldn't cry over spilt milk. Since they had picked this child, it was only right to forge ahead, nurture her and turn her into a spiritualist that they were never able to become.
She was probably the first spiritualist to be able to enter the dreamscape as she wanted.
"How could you use the dreamscape like that? Aren't you afraid of being caught?"
Briar turned to look at the ancestor who had spoken and snorted, disdain written all over her face, and replied, "If I don't make use of it. Do you want to see my brain fried just because of knowing a few things?" retorting without care.
The ancestor raised her hand as she pointed fumingly at her, "You…. You …."
