Ahead of him, Asher's eyes reflected Zhyril struggling to resist the indescribable, horrifying void—a void that connected to an unknown place.

Faced with the danger, Asher froze on the spot, consumed by both fear and anxiety.

"Z-Zhyril? Why... why?" Shock reigned over his body as his eyes widened in disbelief.

At this moment, he felt tormented for two reasons: one, because of the unspeakable situation Zhyril was in, and two, because he couldn't move his body—probably due to the immense fright weighing him down.

"Come on, Asher, move! Move! Move!" he struggled. "Move!" He took one step with great difficulty.

His shaking leg tried to continue.

"Move!" Suddenly, for some unknown reason, the invisible chains binding him due to the mental pressure disappeared.

Without wasting any time, he ran forward, desperately trying to reach Zhyril.

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However, as he ran forward, the distance between him and Zhyril seemed to recede, as though the space continued to expand. "What now? Shit, shit, shit, just run!" Amidst his chaotic thoughts, one thing he was really focused on: reaching Zhyril!

However, in his current condition, the chance of him running out of strength was far greater than reaching Zhyril herself.

But what could he do? Nothing, except rush, pathetically pushing his limits in the hope of reaching her!

In the gloomy environment, where no one else could be seen except Asher, running desperately as though chasing something, others would see something strange—he wasn’t moving an inch. In front of him, Zhyril was struggling as she was engulfed by a sinister shadow.

"Brother, help! Brother!" Asher made no response, as if Zhyril's words didn’t reach him at all.

He continued to run, stuck in place, not moving at all. "Brother, wake u...p! Agh! Agh!" The pain and suffering in her voice were vivid.

As she struggled to escape the grasp of the shadow, she continuously shouted for her brother, hoping one of her words might accidentally wake him.

On the other hand, Asher, unaware that he was trapped in a loop, persistently ran forward, even though the distance wasn’t decreasing at all.

"Come on! Come on! Come on!" His thoughts, focus, and purpose were solely aimed at saving Zhyril. At that moment: "Wake up, brother!" A voice resounded.

It didn’t come from anywhere external, but rather from within his mind.

"Zhyril?" Just as he was about to stop running, the voice echoed again. "Wake up!" "Help!" "Brother!" Realizing he was in a dream-like state, Asher halted.

Just as he had done in the past when experiencing lucid dreams, he began to break free. He was quite adept at breaking free from dreams, having frequently experienced lucid dreaming since he was young.

From that day onward, he learned how to cope with it, mastering the ability to control his dreams and wake up just by focusing his thoughts.

For him, it had become almost second nature.

Meanwhile, as Asher regained his senses, he immediately looked for Zhyril—but to his dismay, she was already gone.