Dream Field Sakiko

In an era when knowledge was banned, the physician Lyle had to be extremely cautious even in academic research, an invitation from the Andrei Academy materialized before his eyes.
The Andrei Academy of Cassandale? 
Lyle peered closely at the tombstone before him, hissing, 
"Ah, the scholars here really know how to pick a spot."

Academic gathering with a lich

Murmured whispers echoed in his ears, and Lyle sat at the center of the slumbering chamber, surrounded by a dozen Elves in painful agony. Several attendants moved around the sleeping Elves, while Lyle gazed vacantly at the white specter floating before him.


Occasional whimpers of pain made Lyle feel awkward, and the constant murmurs only added to the oppressive atmosphere.


Although he was grateful to the Witherer for treating him as one of their own, showing him the most genuine state of the Elves; he still wished to keep a certain distance. Distance could be beautiful, but the images of graceful and ethereal Elves in Lyle's mind were shattered.


Now, he felt as though he had wandered into an intensive care unit or been confined in an asylum.


Lyle felt out of place, abandoned by the world.


"Feels like I'm back in Andrey," Nia whispered in his ear.


Andrey? Impossible, Andrey never had such a claustrophobic aura.


Chapter 645: The Power of Dreams