The massive use of runic power was a huge test of energy, and after Jeno finished building the volcanic furnace and ore veins, the tiredness could not be contained, and he became drowsy for a while.

He knew exactly he needed plenty of rest, and the spire that Orn had placed him in was clearly not a good place to sleep. Not only is there no wind here, but there is always a loud noise when Orn makes a big move.

In a daze, a voice sounded in his head to guide him, to take him to sweet sleep.

The sleepy Jeno didn't think much of it, spread his wings and stumbled towards the source of the sound, came to the place where he stored the ice coffin in the depths of the main castle, let his instinct drive his body, uncovered the ice cover and lay in.

He closed his eyes, feeling soft and cold behind him, and a pair of hands came up from both sides to hug him, making him feel the comfort of a mother's womb.

With those hands closing the ice coffin, all the hustle and bustle of the world was far away from him.

The dream world is still eternal night, but the night sky is full of brilliant auroras, and the air is no longer filled with ashes.

Geno saw Lisandro, who watched the giant motionlessly, letting the snowflakes pile up on her body, and the snow covering her legs.

The giants are in good shape, the black sun is still suppressed below the horizon, and the earth is reborn in the snow and ice.

Jeno approached Lisandro and asked, "How long have you been here?" ”

"From your departure to your return." Lisandro replied quietly.

Jeno estimated the passage of time in reality and calculated that Lisandro should have been standing for half a day. If the passage of time in the dream was the same as in reality, then Lisandro didn't stand for long, but if she kept this position, it would be extraordinary perseverance.

"Do you want to change shifts? Let me watch over it. Seeing Lisandro motionless, Jeno was afraid that she would be buried in the snow like this.

"No, I'm used to it."

"So be it." Jeno waved his hand and created a pavilion beside him, which happened to envelop Lisandro as well. When the snow cleared from her body, he lay on the couch and watched the silhouette of her body looming under her robes. There is a night view, you can see the snow, and the aurora on the horizon, which is beautiful.

Pavilion with sofa? Sounds strange. But this is a dream, and nothing strange appears in a dream.

That's it, you look at the snow, I look at you, in fact, this kind of dream is quite good, but Lisandro is not the dream lover that Jeno wants.

At this time, Jeno in the dream did not know that time in reality was passing relatively fast.

The next day, the crew searched the entire fortress and finally found Jeno in the ice coffin, who had not returned all night.

When Sindra saw him sleeping with a wild woman, the whole fortress trembled with her wrath. If it weren't for the tiredness on Jano's face that Cana had seen and tried her best to dissuade her, she would have almost completely toppled the entire fortress.

Although she was still very angry, it was not good to sleep with anyone, so she was looking for a wild woman! Yes, in her opinion, Lisandro was a savage of the Savages.

By the fifth day, Sindra was no longer angry, for she had never seen Jeno sleep for so long, and it was frightening.

For the past few days, they have taken turns guarding the ice coffin, but no one has ever seen Jeno wake up or move. Her worries overshadowed her anger, and she began to understand that Jano might be unable to help herself.

Everyone wants Shino to wake up as soon as possible and make a plan. Without him, they had no idea what to do next, and they found themselves so ignorant of the Void. They had many questions to ask, about the past, about the present, about the future, about philosophy, but none of them could answer.

The two most senior people here fell asleep, and Orn, who was immersed in the forge, refused to communicate anything outside of work.

At the same time, there was peace in the dream, and the giant still easily suppressed the black sun, leaving the world in a peaceful eternal night.

Looking at the unchanging dream world, Jeno began to feel that something was not quite right.

"Lisandro, is this Watcher too weak......" He personally felt that the Watcher was not as strong as he expected, and he had actually suppressed his dream avatar for so long, and until now he didn't feel that his soul power was consumed too much.

Something is very wrong!

"What's wrong?" Lisandro turned her head and frowned, "For me, it's always been like this, it's you who are too strong. ”

"Really?" Jeno looked away and lay back down in confusion.

And the moment he closed his eyes, the chaotic images flashed through his mind—twisted tentacles, terrifying one-eyed, collapsed icicles, caves crawling with monsters, black tides pounding towards the weak ice walls that only showed light.

Gnaw.

Click-

A sudden tingling spread through his mind, like a kite with a broken string, and something bitten his pain nerves.

"What's wrong?" When she opened her eyes again, Lisandro had come to him at some point, leaning down to look down at him.

Jeno looked into Lisandro's empty, cold eyes, and was terrified for the first time in her inexplicable courtship.

On the thirteenth day, before Jeno woke up, Cana noticed something very terrible.

As usual, she patrolled the Wailing Abyss, and was shocked to find that the black tentacles had broken through the ice wall created by Zoe and occupied the entire bottom of the abyss. The only reason they haven't made it to the ground is because they haven't grown organs to climb on.

She informed everyone of her discovery and told them to prepare. For a while, people were panicked, and even Sindra couldn't prevent the number of insect swarms. Cana tells Orn to speed things up, trying to drown the swarm with molten iron before they become completely perverted. She knew very well that things were so critical that she had to do it, if Jano didn't wake up yet.

Gnaw.

Sting.

It seemed like only a few hours had passed in the dream, but since then, Jeno had experienced several broken images in a row, each time with sharp pain.

The wriggling black shadow, the throbbing one-eye, the rustling sound of breaking the shell and metamorphosing......

He believed that something terrible might have happened in reality, and he had tried to escape the dream more than once, but all of them had not been answered.

It was as if he had lost control of this dream and was trapped in it forever.

Jeno smelled the conspiracy, and Lisandro remained calm as if nothing had happened, watching the giants of the sky calmly.

Ever since noticing that her mental state was not normal, Jeno was not prepared to divulge any information about the incident to her, and just lay on the couch and pretended to sleep, looking for a way out of the dream.

Strange sounds, I don't know if they sounded in the dream world or in my head.

Knock Knock Knock –

- The sound was muffled, as if someone was knocking on the glass through the window.

But there are no windows here.

"Did you hear anything?" Jeno opened his eyes and looked at Lisandro.