The outside world surged with an unprecedentedly powerful gust of air.
If there were mortals present, just this gust alone would be enough to shatter their internal organs. However, for Greya, while the gust was strong, it could not harm her.
But though the gust itself could not harm her, the meaning it carried unsettled her deeply.
"Somber, jealous, resentful, malevolent…" Greya murmured softly. These were the emotions embedded within the gust, each steeped in profound despair.
In such utter hopelessness where no light could be seen, could Toby truly find hope?
"Half an hour has passed." Angel's voice drew Greya's attention.
"If Toby hadn't undergone that Dream Trial, do you think it could have lasted half an hour?" Without waiting for Greya's reply, Angel answered his own question: "Obviously not. Now that Toby has persisted for half an hour, it proves that the Dream Trial was indeed beneficial."
