The darkness receded.
Lin Yu woke up once again.
He was still in that pure white room, the pain and destruction he experienced last time seemed like a distant dream.
His body was still intact.
His movements were still free.
And as he stood up and reached out to touch the wall, the wall, just like last time, gradually dissolved into mist.
"You're awake?"
The voice in the void rang out again.
Lin Yu looked up sharply, seemingly wanting to find the source of the voice.
But all he saw was an expansive sky and the sun hanging high.
"Who... are you?"
"What exactly am I seeing...?"
"A dream, perhaps."
The voice said plainly:
"It's hard to explain to you in a language you can understand what exactly that is."
"But you can completely regard it as a dream—a dream we wove for you."
"...What's your purpose?"
Lin Yu glanced at the village in the distance, which had restored to the scale he first saw, his eyes flickering slightly.
