Chapter 402: The Zealot and the Female Dormitory Supervisor

Gradually, a bizarre melody echoed faintly from the depths of the mist, as though it was a song drifting across the ocean, or fragments floating up from distant recesses of memory.

Unconsciously, he walked toward the music, each step tinged with a dazed anticipation.

The music seemed like a thread, drawing him deeper and deeper into the edges of this dreamscape.

His gaze began to turn hollow, the anticipation that once flickered in his eyes slowly replaced by a sense of numbness.

Before him, fragmented canvases unfurled and closed again, but they were not his memories, nor those belonging to "Dream Builder-HX-S-023." These seemed to be shards of anguish experienced by certain Descenders, transformed into a visualized recollection. Stripped of the boundaries of matter and time, these memories surged like fierce tides, wave after wave inundating him, drowning him in a despair-laden abyss.