"Not simple at all!"
Fu Qian sighed deeply, the darkness becoming more distinct.
Ever since stepping into this world, all the information he encountered was remarkably consistent—the situation appeared crystal clear—
The countless people sheltered by The Sect were pulled into a shared dreamscape through a painting amidst an unprecedented wave of Nightmares. They experienced seemingly eternal years within it before finally waking up.
Unlike other Nightmares, this cold dreamscape did not continue tormenting them and completely dissipated when the last individual awoke.
The victims began their respective idyllic new lives, unwilling to ever bring up that chapter of their past.
This was an entirely different narrative from the one he'd previously heard—a story of world collapse, of fleeing to the World Within the Painting to escape catastrophe.
