Camp at the World's Peak Ridge.
Lu Li drifted above the camp, waiting for the time to sink into night and rise at dawn.
The Elder Sinan of the wise race, clad in a pale cloak, was also nearby, while the merchant hid deep in the invisible snowstorm.
The tungsten filament inside the bulb was like a dim moon, the room shrouded in darkness, furnishings lurking in the shadows.
Before the "sun" was lit, Lu Li could only recall the arms, the door, and the chandelier he had seen earlier.
Common objects transformed into massive, macro-scale giants, bringing an indescribable sense of fear.
"Is what I see the real world?"
"Yes, but occasionally it turns into scenes you can comprehend."
What Lu Li saw was a sandbox, what Elder Sinan of the wise race saw might be an Ant Box.
Lu Li briefly returned his gaze to the stretching mountain tundra.
