The world then blurred, leaving Caine in a dark expanse, standing upon blackened soil covered in dark purple flowers, reeking of blood.
Without hesitation, he clasped his hands behind his back and began to walk across this shadowed expanse, his mind focused and clear.
This was obviously a sort of hidden trial—or perhaps even the second half of the previous one.
Caine's gaze sharpened as blurry runes appeared around him. One by one, he analyzed their intricate structures, peering into the deepest layers of this trial.
'A message. I see.' His gaze softened, and his aura loosened. 'Four Dreams, each containing a shard of a message.'
'To go from one dream to another, I must uncover a part of the message, otherwise, I'll be stuck here. The final step is to bring it all together and grasp this message.'
Caine nodded to himself.
'Time.'
