The moonlight transported everyone to a relatively backward city, where the roads weren't even paved with cement, remaining as the most primitive dirt, full of potholes and puddles.
This was the other side of the planet, and it was noon.
The residents who hadn't entered the Dream were unaware that among the suddenly appearing group in front of them was one who protected them from the invasions of nightmares—the Moon God.
The natives here were dressed in ragged clothes, their faces gaunt, struggling to guarantee even the most basic necessities of life.
Upon seeing three well-dressed foreigners arrive here, many grew malicious, but as they tried to approach, they felt a strong murderous aura, scattering like livestock approaching a slaughterhouse.
Lorrian's illusion still existed, appearing as human in everyone's eyes.
He reached out to cover the wound on his abdomen, the blood quickly dyeing his hand red, his consciousness gradually starting to blur.
"Why!?"
