Seol Jihu felt like he was dreaming and was in a dream world, much like the one created by Roselle.

Everything he saw and felt was vague and distant. Surrounded by uncertainty, only he could move freely.

Perhaps this was what a lucid dream was. Everything he wished for came true, as is often the case in dreams. He could perform any technique that he set his mind to, and his body moved flawlessly according to his will. The combination of the three factors — mind, technique, and body — opened his eyes to a world of infinite possibilities.

He finally understood what it meant to secure his own domain. It was still far from complete, but he felt like he would never lose as long as he stayed here.

If he could stay in this state longer, escape would no longer be just a dream. His bleak heart began to fill with courage and hope.

Just as he found the first light of hope after a long night of floundering in the sea of despair….

Seol Jihu stopped.

“…Huh?”

He suddenly felt as if he had woken up. Seol Jihu wiped his cheek with the back of his hand with a puzzled look. A stream of cold liquid was trickling down it.

‘…Rain?’

Chwaaaa—

The sound of falling rain began to echo in his ears.

‘No….’

The sound grew louder each time he thought he didn’t want to wake up.

‘No….’

But the overwhelming presence in front of him was forcing him to open his eyes. As much as he didn’t want to see, he had no choice. The presence...