บท 437: Departed Loved Ones

In the quiet silence of the meditation room, a tender scene unfolded in the realm of dreams. A realm where the veil between the living and the departed became thin.

The boundaries of time and space melt away like mist upon the morning breeze.

As the dreamer drifted into slumber, a soft glow suffused the air. Shadows danced and flickered upon the walls of mist, shimmering and shifting with every passing moment.

Amidst the quiet stillness, a whisper of melodious murmur echoed from the unknown depths.

Dylan opened his eyes, feeling he was already in his spiritual domain. His heart demon came to disturb his enlightenment state.

He remained calm as those familiar voices echoed around him, but the situation this time felt different. Nobody came to disturb him when he tried to attain more understanding of magics and laws.