Fisher was well aware that what now appeared before his eyes was merely an illusion conjured by Dream Magic, yet he couldn't help but sigh because if these scenes could manifest in a dream, it meant that someone had once truly witnessed these images—otherwise they couldn't have been constructed in the dreamscape, just like the pale shade Valentina had seen in her dreams.
Fisher watched the young life that had perished amidst the crowd, then slowly stood to move forward, and soon amidst these people-stacks, taller than mountains, he saw a rarity—people still moving.
They were several individuals dressed in heavy black robes, with both horses and oxen fallen ill, lacking the beasts needed to carry the endlessly arriving, doomed patients. They resorted to human strength to push carts piled high with dozens of corpses onward.
