Chapter: 20

Aurora shook her head:

"Since she has shown her cards, it is relatively good.

"In the past few days, I will 'observe' her carefully.

"Well... you hold this card first, maybe there will be some changes, don't worry, I'll watch it."

"Okay." Lumian tried to relax himself a little.

…………

night time.

Lumian stuffed the "scepter" card into the clothes hanging on the back of the chair, went to bed by himself, closed his eyes and fell asleep.

After an unknown amount of time, he seemed to see that gray mist again in a daze.

Suddenly, his whole body shivered, and he "woke up" in a dream.

He felt himself regaining his senses, regaining his sanity.

But the dream filled with gray mist still exists.

Lumian looked around subconsciously, and saw the familiar tables and chairs, bookshelves, wardrobes and beds.

This is his bedroom, but it is shrouded in a faint gray mist.

Lucid dream? I had a lucid dream? Lumian's pupils dilated instantly.

Lucid dreaming refers to the fact that although one is dreaming, one maintains the ability to think and remember when awake. This is a rather rare state, and people who have undergone special training can trigger it with a higher probability.

Previously, in order to understand the secret of Lumian's gray mist dream and help him completely eliminate this hidden danger, Aurora had used different methods to create lucid dreams many times, but all failed.

And now, Lumian inexplicably regained consciousness in the dream.

After a short period of shock and astonishment, Lumian regained his thoughts and thought of a possibility:

"Is it caused by the Tarot card representing the 'Seven of Wands'?

"The woman said that this card will help me unlock the secrets of my dreams...

"So, its function is to let me enter a lucid dream state, so that I can really explore this area shrouded in gray mist?

"Hmm...Compared to my previous impression, the gray fog seems to be much lighter now, a lot..."

While thinking about it, Lumian turned his body sideways, walked quickly to the reclining chair, propped his hands on the table against the wall, and looked out the window.

What caught his eyes was not a scene he was familiar with.

This dream did not reproduce the Kordu village where he lived.

Under the light and thin gray-white mist, the most eye-catching thing is a towering mountain peak, which is purely composed of brown-red stones and reddish-brown soil, extending twenty or thirty meters toward the sky.

Surrounding the mountain are rings and rings of buildings, collapsed to the ground, or burned so black that it is impossible to see what they looked like when they were intact.

From where Lumian was, they looked like ruined mausoleums, not neatly arranged in a ring.

In the entire area, the ground was full of pits and gravel, and there was not a single weed.