"Dream characteristics?" Tree Spirit pondered over this phrase for a long time before suddenly realizing something, closing his eyes and furrowing his brows tightly.
As time passed, Tree Spirit's brows furrowed even deeper, and beads of sweat began to form on his forehead.
He seemed to be exerting all his strength, as if trying to break free from the shackles of immense power.
Watching Tree Spirit's strange behavior, Angel and Rhein glanced at each other full of suspicion.
Rhein: "What's going on with you?"
Tree Spirit was silent for a moment, then opened his eyes: "I'm trying to create something."
"Create something?" Rhein asked in confusion: "Did you comprehend some kind of law?"
Tree Spirit shook his head: "I was thinking, isn't the characteristic of dreams to create things at will, just like in lucid dreams, where as long as you wish for something, your thoughts can bring it forth..."
Rhein: "So you were imagining with your mind just now?"
