In the area of ​​the World Tree ruins covered with ashes and black slag, Morris, Nina, Taran El and his team have successfully found several knowledge guards who have awakened from the phantom.

Just as Morris judged, these knowledge guards, who were equivalent to "entering a dream for the first time", were scattered to random locations in the wreckage area of ​​​​Silantis, but fortunately, most of them were not scattered too far, and Nina's fireball was very eye-catching after it was launched into the air. These scattered knowledge guards came to check the situation at the same time, which brought them together quickly.

Except for the last person.

"We still haven't found any trace of Lord Ted Riel," a knowledge guard wearing a short robe and holding a scroll and a revolver returned to the temporary stop and said to Taran El, Morris and others who were waiting there, "We didn't see the agreed sign, and there was no response to the psychic call."

"Could it be that he hasn't 'woke up' yet?" Taran El frowned subconsciously, "That shouldn't be the case... The dosage he was given is quite large, and it's enough to take effect smoothly even on the physique of the Truth Keeper..."

Nina looked at the slightly uneasy knowledge guard opposite her, then looked at Taran El who was frowning in thought. After hesitating for a moment, she couldn't help but speak: "Could it be that the dosage is too large..."

Taran El was stunned for a moment, then waved his hands after realizing what was happening: "No way, no way. I am a rigorous scholar, how could I make such a mistake in dosage? Besides, Sir Ted Riel is proficient in pharmacy, and he is sure about the dosage of the medicine..."

His voice got lower and lower as he spoke, and he finally added hesitantly: "... probably."

Nina & Morris: "......?"

"How much Blood Crow Potion did you prepare for Ted Riel?" Morris asked.

Taran El thought for a moment and raised his hand to gesture: "A bottle is about this tall..."

Morris was stunned: "...You asked him to use a beer bottle to drink a bottle of mixture?! Ordinary people use a dropper for this stuff!"

"Come on, he's the Keeper of Truth," Taran El spread his hands, "It's too difficult to make him suffer from 'pseudo-death' at the level of mental dissociation. For an ordinary person, the dose that is enough to cause ten sudden deaths is the biggest effect on him. What can I do? Sir Ted Riel even specially purified the potion, otherwise he really couldn't drink so much..."

Morris listened in a daze. After a long while, he muttered with a strange look on his face, "I remember when I was in school, this keeper of the truth was not so exaggerated..."

"He's teaching the graduating class," Taran El waved his hand. "At first he drank to drown his sorrows, then used neurotoxins to drown his sorrows. Now I don't dare to imagine what's in the glass of water he drinks after class... Anyway, it's definitely not the 'dosage' of the Blood Crow Mixture that's the problem."

"Sir Ted Riel may be trapped deeper in this dream, a place that cannot be reached even by psychic calls," a knowledge guard nearby saw that the topic was getting off track and quickly found an opportunity to speak up. "This place gives people a very strange feeling. Just now, we divided into groups to search the nearby ruins and found that as long as we walk more than a certain distance, we will become dazed, blank-minded, or even temporarily lose our memory. The psychic connection between each other also becomes intermittent..."

"That's true," another knowledge guard nodded immediately. "Selani even said that for a few seconds she completely forgot who she was and everything in the real world. She felt like she was born here and wanted to stay here forever..."

Nina looked at the two knowledge guards who had spoken, thought for a moment, and said, "Is it really not because the dosage is too high?"

"The dosage I gave is absolutely fine!" Before the two guards could speak, Taran El was the first to speak, "Miss, please believe in the value of the first-level pharmacist license - not to mention that I am the inventor of the 'sudden death method', no one knows more than me..."

"Just because you invented this 'sudden death method', the Academy of Truth should revoke your pharmacist license," Morris couldn't help but mutter, but shook his head after thinking carefully, "It shouldn't be related to the side effects of the potion. The situation mentioned by the two knowledge guards is more like the 'Dream of the Nameless' itself affecting them."

Nina blinked as she listened: "But we've been in this for such a long time, and we don't have this feeling..."

Morris thought for a moment, then looked up at the magnificent tree canopy ruins in the distance, as well as the phantoms wandering aimlessly among the ruins: "Perhaps... because we are not elves after all."

Nina immediately understood what her teacher meant. Taran El and the surrounding elven guardians also looked thoughtful.

After a brief silence, Taran El slowly stood up, walked to a nearby boulder, and looked into the distance with a complicated expression.

The long stretch of charred wreckage stretched and undulated in his vision. The majestic treetops collapsed and turned into mountains and valleys on the earth. Ashes covered the earth, and dead branches crisscrossed in the ashes.

Like a huge city falling from the sky to the earth, the ruins are crumbling, and the desolate memories still linger on this destroyed land, melting in the wind and dust.

Taran Eyre tried his best to imagine what this place must have been like.

There used to be a forest here, a lush forest under the shade of the World Tree. The valleys and hills here were once full of vitality. The roots of giant trees undulated on the land, clear streams ran through the valleys, and many creatures lived here - birds, beasts, and elves.

Those were his "ancestors" whom he had never seen before, living in another era.

The prosperity and vitality of that era far exceeded the imagination of people today, but compared to that vitality, perhaps even more difficult to imagine is the order and tranquility.

It is said that the distant Plande and Frost have already ushered in this kind of peace - but "Captain Duncan" also said that even the "peace" of Plande and Frost today is not as good as the world before the Great Oblivion.

Taran Eyre found himself at a loss for words.

He found that no matter how hard he tried to imagine, the images that emerged in his mind were not vivid ones. Cold words from the books he had read flowed into his memory, and what he could only draw in his mind were superficial and general impressions. He finally knew what the "forest" looked like from his dreams, but he could not imagine how birds and animals could live in this endless green ocean, and how the elves could coexist with such a "forest"...

People say that the most complete heritage is left in the ancient books and oral stories of the elves. If one day, archaeologists can really restore the appearance of the world before the Great Annihilation, that appearance must be buried in the libraries of Breeze Harbor and Moko.

But now Taran Eyre realized—that look was no longer there.

One day, long, long ago, when the sea swallowed up the world, it disappeared along with the withering of Silantis.

But...what destroyed Silendis? What caused the Great Annihilation?

A scorching wind suddenly blew from nowhere, carrying with it an unsettling sharp noise - not the intermittent, disordered breeze in the ruins, but a more brutal one, as if filled with panic and devastation, a howl that could directly sweep through the mind.

Taran El was suddenly awakened from his thoughts.

The fierce whistling wind almost swept him off the ground. He struggled to stand firm in the wind, but found that the surroundings had fallen into darkness and chaos, as if the light of the whole world had converged in an instant. The ruins of the giant trees everywhere turned into high and low twisted shadows, and huge smoke rose from the sky above those shadows, as if the World Tree had begun to burn again. The other knowledge guards who had gathered at this stop, as well as Morris and Nina, had disappeared from his sight.

The wind began to howl, and dark dust swept over the burning World Tree. Taran El fell from the boulder in a miserable state, and after rolling several times, he stopped because he hit a huge "branch" - this was a huge branch that was slightly curved like a spine. He hit its root, and then subconsciously looked up at the sky.

The sky is "sunken".

In the chaos, Taran El saw an unimaginable scene.

The hazy red light penetrated the clouds, and the dark sky seemed to be collapsing downwards as if being squeezed by something. The clouds were twisting, and even the light in the clouds was bending, as if some huge and terrifying thing was gradually crushing down and was about to "flatten" the entire world. The huge and terrifying pressure brought by this scene even suffocated him instantly, and even his thoughts became stagnant. In this suffocation and fear, he saw a white floating light.

Specks of white light diffused out from the burning wreckage of Silantis, and gradually gathered into streams of light in the air. The light flowed between the huge branches and scorched earth, and as if sensing something, it gradually gathered in front of Taran El.

Taran El's eyes widened. He felt a warm power in the light, but for some reason, great panic and uneasiness surged into his heart at the same time - he stared at the light until it gathered into a hazy ball of light in front of him.

The ball of light had no shape, but it seemed to have intelligence. It slowly rotated around Taran El, as if it was observing something curiously.

Then, suddenly, it stopped.

Taran Eyre heard a sharp whistling sound - the whistling sound seemed to drill straight into his brain and bore a hole in it.

The voice was childish, filled with great fear and a kind of crazy anger.

"No! You are not elves!"