The sunlight around Nina finally faded away. She came to Taran El in doubt, as if she was still trying to confirm whether the elf scholar had really "woke up" from his confused and illusory state. After looking him up and down several times, she tentatively asked, "Mr. El, are you really awake?"

Taran El ignored her, but frowned slightly, looking unhappy.

This made Nina suspect for a moment that the fireball explosion just now might be a little too strong, and the scholar's ears had not yet recovered.

But after a few seconds, Taran El suddenly reacted. He waved at Nina in panic, then rushed to the side, bent over and began to retch violently.

Nina was startled, but she didn't know what to do. She could only step forward and pat the scholar on the back. After he finally felt a little better, she spoke nervously and awkwardly: "I'm sorry, I must have shocked you..."

"No... that's not the reason," Taran El waved his hands vigorously while panting heavily. Nina's words of concern seemed to make him almost choke again. After panting for nearly half a minute, the elf scholar finally straightened up and explained with a bitter face, "It might be a problem with the medicine."

Nina was stunned when she heard this: "Medicine? What medicine?"

"The medicine used to make me wake up from this dream," Taran El said while pounding his chest with his fist after taking a breath. "Am I the only one awake? Did you see anyone else?"

Morris was walking over at the moment. After hearing what the other party said, he frowned subconsciously: "Are there others? What's going on?"

Taran El glanced at Morris, then subconsciously looked around at the strange and unfamiliar environment. He was obviously still a little confused, but he explained seriously: "The keeper of the truth, Sir Ted Riel, organized a team, and I served as a consultant to the team. We gathered before the dream began and drank the 'Blood Crow' potion..."

"Blood Crow Potion?!" Morris was shocked and looked at the person in front of him in disbelief. "Are you guys messing around?"

Nina didn't understand what they were talking about, so she asked, "Mr. Morris, what's wrong? What is the Blood Crow Potion?"

"It's a magical potion extracted from a variety of poisonous fungi. It's very dangerous," Morris explained. "It acts directly on the human mind. After a delay in taking effect, it can make people fall into a state of suspended animation, causing the soul and body to separate and the perception to be dislocated. It is used to assist in interpreting extremely dangerous 'knowledge'. People who drink the potion can avoid fatal pollution or curses in a sleeping state. However, because the potion itself is too dangerous, the Academy of Truth will only allow the production and drinking of this potion after strict review by the academy, strict safety preparations, and confirmation that it is necessary."

The old scholar explained, and then couldn't help looking at Taran El: "I still have to say it again...Are you guys a little out of control?"

"But it was very effective. My conjecture was verified. As long as we forcibly create a stronger 'mental dislocation', we can wake up in the Nameless One's dream, just like a hole puncher will automatically spit out paper tapes that do not meet the standards from the machine," Taran El spread out his hands. "Of course, another possibility is that we are directly 'popped out' of the Nameless One's dream and returned to the real world, but now it seems... the power of this dream is greater than we imagined. Even if we are suspended in the spirit, we can only regain consciousness in the dream. If we want to get out of this dream, we may need some other stimulation..."

Having said this, he deliberately paused, with a smug look on his face.

"The advanced application scenario of the 'sudden death method' - this idea was also my idea."

Morris stared at this scholar who was as famous as himself in amazement. After a long pause, he finally said, "...How did the Lord Keeper of the Truth agree to your plan?"

"He did think that my plan was inappropriate," Taran El shrugged, "but I told him that although the matter was serious, we should still prioritize safety, so he finally agreed to start with a more conservative plan..."

Morris: “……?”

He had always thought that he was quite radical in academic research, but now he suddenly discovered that in Breeze Harbor, an elven city-state near the border, the elves who faced the "frontier areas" all day long were more powerful.

"Don't show that expression, Morris. I know what you are worried about. We are doing something very dangerous, and it is not in line with the code of conduct for a 'scholar'," Taran El noticed the change in Morris's expression. He finally put away the smile on his face and his expression became serious, "But we may not have many choices.

"You may have received news that a condition called 'sleeping sickness' is spreading in other city-states. This is apparently related to the development of the Nameless One's Dream. Outside my laboratory, a large tree that has emerged from the dream world into the real world is covering my roof and balcony with its canopy...

"So it's time to do something adventurous, because the world doesn't seem to be willing to give us the time to prepare for everything."

Morris fell silent.

Taran El observed his surroundings again. After a moment, he shook his head and said, "It seems that the first thing I have to do here is to find other people."

"The good news is that you should all be within the scope of this ruin. The bad news is that the scope of this ruin is astonishing," Morris sighed. "Now let me tell you the first experience of acting in this dream. As this is your first time to 'dream', even if you and your companions are in the same room in the real world, you will be randomly separated after entering the dream."

Taran El looked at Morris and Nina, who was standing obediently behind Morris.

He saw none of Captain Duncan's other followers.

But it is obvious that these "Lost Homeland Followers" who have already acted in the Dream of the Nameless One several times have accumulated a lot of experience related to this vast dream.

"I need more guidance." Taran El looked at the two people in front of him seriously.

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"What was that just now?!"

In the forest outside the Wall of Silence, a cultist of Annihilation in a black robe raised his head and looked at the sky. He watched with doubt and amazement as the bright light gradually dissipated. After a long time, he could not help but let out a low cry.

However, his fellow members who were in the same group were unable to answer this question - another Annihilationist was also looking in the same direction in astonishment, unable to utter a word for a long time.

Just now, a huge fireball rose from the depths of the forest. It was definitely not something that should appear in the nameless man's dream - it shone on the forest almost like another sun, tearing apart all the clouds. The strong light seemed to be able to penetrate time and space, and in the light and impact of the fireball, the whole forest became "restless" for a moment.

Plants grew wildly, the earth trembled, and inexplicable roars came from the air.

It was almost as terrifying as when the "erosion phenomenon" broke out.

But this horrifying anomaly lasted only a few seconds. Before the forest really underwent some irreversible changes, the fireball disappeared just as suddenly as it appeared.

Only two Annihilation Cultists who were carefully setting up the "mark" a minute ago were left staring at each other in the forest.

After an unknown amount of time, the believer who initially exclaimed broke the silence again: "That doesn't look like the scene of Silantis waking up... It's not the same as what those preachers described."

"That could be some kind of external force..." Another person lowered his voice unconsciously, "A huge fireball... Could it be that those Sun Followers are causing trouble?"

"No, that shouldn't be the case. The Saints are watching every move of those Suns followers. They shouldn't suddenly do anything too out of the ordinary... Besides, even if they really want to tear each other apart in the end, they won't be unable to hold back now, right? The 'final moment' hasn't come yet."

The two Annihilation Cultists muttered anxiously, and after a while, they finally thought of the same direction.

"Could it be..." One of them spoke, his tone hesitant and uneasy, "Could it be another follower of 'his'?"

"'he'?"

"You know who I'm talking about."

"... Are you kidding me?" Another Annihilationist's voice suddenly became a little more nervous, "This kind of movement... This kind of movement..."

He held it in for a long time before finally saying, "What kind of monster could have made this noise... Are we really going to fight this thing?"

Even the cultists who followed the Deep seemed to finally feel a hint of fear when faced with such an incomprehensible power.

But at this moment, a sound of footsteps suddenly came from the direction of the forest, interrupting the conversation between the two cultists.

The two of them suddenly turned around and looked in the direction where the sound came from like frightened birds, but they suddenly breathed a sigh of relief when they saw the figure appear in front of them.

It’s fellow countrymen.

It was Dumont, Richard, and the others who had previously dispersed to various places in the forest to set up marks.

"Did you see that big fireball that appeared in the sky just now?" One of the two couldn't help but ask, "Could it be the follower of the ghost captain?"

"We saw it, it was indeed astonishing," Dumont nodded. His voice was as steady as ever, convincing everyone around him. "But don't worry, we won't encounter that force. We'll all be safe from now on."

The two Annihilation Cultists looked at each other subconsciously.

"Are we ready to evacuate?" One of them looked at Dumont. "It seems that everyone has gathered."

"Yes, everyone is gathered," Dumont smiled. He walked forward slowly, leading everyone forward slowly. "You are the only ones missing."