The Three Calamities Bird sent the message, and the other side fell into a long silence.
About a quarter hour passed before another call came. If the previous call had been a single thread, this one was a vortex, threatening to devour his consciousness and pull it into another space.
He answered the call. His consciousness was instantly wrenched away, pulled into a space shrouded in hazy fog.
Countless eyes hid within the fog. Among them, only four figures, including himself, had distinct silhouettes. His own outline, however, was extremely faint, almost ethereal, as if it might dissipate at any moment.
"What in the world happened?"
The Bloodline Species looked at the Three Calamities Bird, who had just appeared in the dreamscape, and asked in a somber tone.
