The Reverie Hotel, Dreamscape.
In the silent and dimly lit corridor, Acheron was walking at a leisurely pace.
To be precise.
This was the boundary between the Dreamscape and reality.
A space for those who had awakened from Ena's dream.
The Path of Order governs all things, yet it cannot influence Nihility itself.
Thus,
Acheron naturally did not fall into Ena's dream.
Everything around seemed to have hit the pause button at this moment.
Objects suspended in mid-air...
Frozen dream bubbles...
Occasionally, some guests could be seen in the corridor, but their eyes were vacant, and their lips slightly upturned, standing there like puppets.
Ordinary methods could not wake these people immersed in the illusions of sweet dreams.
Acheron was like an executioner stripped away from the world.
Deathly silence and eeriness surrounded her.
Fortunately,
She was Acheron.
She had seen scenes far more profound and terrifying.
What lay before her could not shake her heart.
In a moment of inattention.
Acheron arrived in front of a television.
The chaotic snow screen was accompanied by some uncomfortable static noises.
Due to the activation of Ena's dream, the entire Asdana Star System had become an isolated region in the universe.
Naturally, things like synesthetic signals could not be transmitted here.
"It seems..."
"I won't be able to keep track of the game's progress."
This gave Acheron a slight headache.
Ever since the storyline of Honkai: Star Rail reached Penacony, Acheron had realized how crucial the game's plot was.
Not being able to grasp its information firsthand was somewhat uncomfortable.
Soon.
She arrived at an area abundant with Memoria.
Here, there were some "movements" that differed from the surroundings.
Within the Memoria.
The figure of a woman was struggling.
To Acheron.
It was like a swan in a pond desperately trying to swim to the shore.
Extending her fingertip.
A thin red current of electricity transmitted to that area.
The figure immediately surged out.
Indeed...
It was Black Swan.
Her breathing was slightly rapid as she tried to adapt to the current environment.
In fact, Black Swan's own plan had already succeeded.
She would have been able to wake up from Ena's dream on her own soon.
Acheron had merely given her a slight pull.
At this moment.
Black Swan seemed to have adjusted.
She gently smoothed her disheveled bangs.
"I'm glad the first person I see upon waking from the dream is you."
Acheron nodded.
Black Swan continued, "Regarding Ena's dream, I was actually a bit curious too."
"So I chose to stay in Penacony."
"But I made some preparations in the Memoria beforehand to ensure I wouldn't get lost in it."
"Thanks for giving me a hand."
"It was nothing," Acheron replied indifferently.
Black Swan now seemed to have fully adapted.
She returned to her usual "alluring" demeanor.
Raising her hand.
An image appeared before them.
Look, we really have a lot of fate and understanding between us."
"Even Yu Ling specially designed a Light Cone～"
Acheron's expression shifted slightly as she stepped forward to take a look.
The name of this Light Cone was Boundless Choreo.
On the cover of the Light Cone.
It depicted Acheron and Black Swan dancing together in formal attire.
And within the content of this Light Cone, there were some descriptions about Acheron.
She heard the sound of rain, the mournful sighs of life fading away, and then she saw the dancer before her holding a crimson paper umbrella in the faint drizzle. In the distance within her line of sight—
Countless corpses of the drowned floated and sank in the torrent.
Panicked, she tried to pull her hand away and fell backward.
The surroundings brightened once more, the clamor of the banquet reemerged, and the other person gently supported her waist, as if completely unaware of what had just happened.
"Memokeeper, what a beautiful dance. Shall we do it again?"
Black Swan showed a look of frustration.
"That's right, this Light Cone comes from that short film—Rondo Across Countless Kalpas."
"It's also because of that short film that I was left with an indelible black mark."
Acheron's lips curled slightly.
She noticed.
This was the Light Cone catalog within the game forum.
It was game information publicly available to all players.
Naturally, there were also player comments below the Light Cone.
Acheron clicked to open them.
"OMG! Acheron is so 1!?"
"Their clothes are different from the ones in the short film, huh?"
"Maybe the first dance was so good that they decided to do it again~"
"So terrifying, Black Swan got completely devoured."
"Black Swan addicted to horror movies now?"
"Black Swan: No more, no more (leaning against the wall)."
Acheron turned to Black Swan and asked, "What does '1' mean?"
"Uh..."
"You should probably read fewer of these comments in the future."
"Alright..."
Acheron changed the subject,
"You seem to still be able to get a signal here?"
"Of course, I'm a Memokeeper. It's not difficult for me to construct a dedicated signal frequency for myself."
"Good, let's see how far the game's story has progressed."
"I was thinking the same."
The two of them arrived at the hall together.
Under Black Swan's control.
The large screen quickly received a signal.
The live broadcast situation also appeared before them.
First, the barrage loaded.
...
"Here we go!"
"Damn, I almost forgot about this side!"
"Acheron! Finally, her perspective!"
"Saved, saved, our strongest reinforcement!"
"I mourn for the departed!"
"The twilight rain will eventually fall..."
"Where do you think Acheron is in reality now?"
"Go and invite Lady Acheron!!"
...
Seeing the barrage.
Acheron shook her head slightly.
"It's not that easy..."
"With just my strength alone, I can't awaken so many people."
"At most, I can only annihilate them..."
Black Swan: "..."
"If I were Sunday, I'd definitely have a headache knowing someone like you is still lingering in Penacony."
At this moment.
The game screen finally loaded.
The sound of rain mixed with thunder.
The fire in front illuminated a pale, indifferent face.
"This is..."
The old man in black robes spoke: "So warm. It's rare to see any living creatures by the Dead Sea, but you're lucky. Not only did you find shelter from the rain, but also fresh berries. Quite the feat."
Acheron held a peach in her hand.
She said, "I just followed the scent of life. In a place like this, it stands out."
"Too bad it tastes a bit bland."
The old man was surprised: "Really? You might not know, but this fruit is actually quite juicy. The only issue is when you chew it..."
"It produces an extremely spicy sensation."
Acheron let out a sound of realization.
The old man also caught on.
"You... have you lost your sense of taste?"
...
"Huh?"
"Numb..."
"Wuwuwu, my Acheron..."
"By the way, who is this old man? This scene has appeared several times."
"Maybe it's just to highlight Acheron's past."
"I remember it was mentioned before that the old man was a Hero who once participated in the campaign against Lord Ravager Zhuluo!"
"[As for me... I too lost too much on that battlefield, unable to embark on another journey, and thus became the most suitable person to complete this task.]"
"The old man probably became a ferryman of this Dead Sea, guiding these Sin Thirsters."
"Unfortunately, the old man's name is still just three question marks. Such a Hero, though in his twilight years, should still be remembered by us."
"I hope his name will appear in the later plot."