"Is this the culprit making me want to sleep?"
Hilia stared blankly at the purple potion.
Upon closer contact, she could feel the rich magical fluctuations emanating from the Essence of the Dark Dream inside.
This magical energy was peculiar, Hilia had never seen it before.
Rose said, "This is the dream magic as rare as the moonlight element."
"Dream magic?" Hilia heard of this faction for the first time.
"Dream magic is a derivative of spirit magic. Compared to the mental impact of spirit magic, dream magic affects people invisibly with strong control ability, but lacks destructive power. Currently, I only know two people with dream magic abilities, the Goddess of Destiny and Alina."
Rose stood with hands behind his back, gazing outside.
It was the second day now, and the outside was slowly becoming lively.
"Alina..." Hilia quickly recalled the name, "Is she the apostle Jonathan mentioned, who lies dormant in the Land of the Far North?"
Rose nodded.
