Stepping across the silent fields, only the rustling sound of grass blades beneath her feet broke the quiet.
Once the God of Dreams paused, even the faint whispering of the wind vanished entirely, as if the surrounding scenery had been frozen by a pause button, and the stagnant air carried an unsettling atmosphere.
Baimeng took a deep breath, trying to cast away the fear gripping her heart. Subconsciously, she touched the ring on her middle finger. After a moment of hesitation, she decided against drawing the longbow that might expose her identity, opting instead to pull out the dagger Morax had given her, settling into a guarded stance.
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