PAID

After seeking help from her parents, Noa hadn't experienced that strange dream again for a few days, and her physical condition was gradually improving.

Just as Noa thought she had completely rid herself of the Primordial Power’s lingering effects, the ancient ancestor from ten thousand years ago continued to haunt her.

That night, Noa slept soundly, hugging Moon close and breathing in the subtle scent of her hair, enveloped in her sister's soft embrace.

Yet, in the depths of her slumber, she seemed to find herself in a mysterious, tranquil space.

All around her was an ethereal silence, with walls of dark gold stretching into the distance, and below her, a calm, mirror-like surface of water.

She stood on the water, and ripples spread outward with each of her breaths, forming circles that expanded into the vast silence.

The only sounds were her own heartbeat and the faint dripping of water somewhere in the darkness.@@novelbin@@

"Is this… a dream?"

However, this scene was unlike any dream she’d had before.

Noa was familiar with the feeling of dreams—fleeting, ethereal, powerless, as though everything was within reach yet impossibly distant.

But this feeling was far more vivid than any dream.

She began to walk along the dark golden corridor, moving deeper into the unknown.

After a long walk with no change in scenery, Noa stopped, closed her eyes, and tried to clear her mind, hoping to break free from this dream-like realm.

Yet, when she opened her eyes again, she was still in the same place.

"Where... is this?" she muttered softly, crouching down.