The Reverie Hotel, Dreamscape.
In the silent and dimly lit corridor, Acheron was walking at a leisurely pace.
To be precise.
This was the boundary between the Dreamscape and reality.
A space for those who had awakened from Ena's dream.
The Path of Order governs all things, yet it cannot influence Nihility itself.
Thus,
Acheron naturally did not fall into Ena's dream.
Everything around seed to have hit the pause button at this mont.
Objects suspended in mid-air...
Frozen dream bubbles...
Occasionally, so guests could be seen in the corridor, but their eyes were vacant, and their lips slightly upturned, standing there like puppets.
Ordinary thods could not wake these people imrsed in the illusions of sweet dreams.
Acheron was like an executioner stripped away from the world.
Deathly silence and eeriness surrounded her.
Fortunately,
She was Acheron.
She had seen scenes far more profound and terrifying.
What lay before her could not shake her heart.
In a mont of inattention.
Acheron arrived in front of a television.
The chaotic snow screen was accompanied by so uncomfortable static noises.
Due to the activation of Ena's dream, the entire Asdana Star System had beco an isolated region in the universe.
Naturally, things like synesthetic signals could not be transmitted here.
"It seems..."
"I won't be able to keep track of the ga's progress."
This gave Acheron a slight headache.
Ever since the storyline of Honkai: Star Rail reached Penacony, Acheron had realized how crucial the ga's plot was.
Not being able to grasp its information firsthand was sowhat uncomfortable.
Soon.
She arrived at an area abundant with moria.
Here, there were so "movents" that differed from the surroundings.
Within the moria.
The figure of a woman was struggling.
To Acheron.
It was like a swan in a pond desperately trying to swim to the shore.
Extending her fingertip.
A thin red current of electricity transmitted to that area.
The figure imdiately surged out.
Indeed...
It was Black Swan.
Her breathing was slightly rapid as she tried to adapt to the current environnt.
In fact, Black Swan's own plan had already succeeded.
She would have been able to wake up from Ena's dream on her own soon.
Acheron had rely given her a slight pull.
At this mont.
Black Swan seed to have adjusted.
She gently smoothed her disheveled bangs.
"I'm glad the first person I see upon waking from the dream is you."
Acheron nodded.
Black Swan continued, "Regarding Ena's dream, I was actually a bit curious too."
"So I chose to stay in Penacony."
"But I made so preparations in the moria beforehand to ensure I wouldn't get lost in it."
"Thanks for giving a hand."
"It was nothing," Acheron replied indifferently.
Black Swan now seed to have fully adapted.
She returned to her usual "alluring" deanor.
Raising her hand.
An image appeared before them.
Look, we really have a lot of fate and understanding between us."
"Even Yu Ling specially designed a Light Cone～"
Acheron's expression shifted slightly as she stepped forward to take a look.
The na of this Light Cone was Boundless Choreo.
On the cover of the Light Cone.
It depicted Acheron and Black Swan dancing together in formal attire.
And within the content of this Light Cone, there were so descriptions about Acheron.
She heard the sound of rain, the mournful sighs of life fading away, and then she saw the dancer before her holding a crimson paper umbrella in the faint drizzle. In the distance within her line of sight—
Countless corpses of the drowned floated and sank in the torrent.
Panicked, she tried to pull her hand away and fell backward.
The surroundings brightened once more, the clamor of the banquet reerged, and the other person gently supported her waist, as if completely unaware of what had just happened.
"mokeeper, what a beautiful dance. Shall we do it again?"
Black Swan showed a look of frustration.
"That's right, this Light Cone cos from that short film—Rondo Across Countless Kalpas."
"It's also because of that short film that I was left with an indelible black mark."
Acheron's lips curled slightly.
She noticed.
This was the Light Cone catalog within the ga forum.
It was ga information publicly available to all players.
Naturally, there were also player comnts below the Light Cone.
Acheron clicked to open them.
"OMG! Acheron is so 1!?"
"Their clothes are different from the ones in the short film, huh?"
"Maybe the first dance was so good that they decided to do it again~"
"So terrifying, Black Swan got completely devoured."
"Black Swan addicted to horror movies now?"
"Black Swan: No more, no more (leaning against the wall)."
Acheron turned to Black Swan and asked, "What does '1' an?"
"Uh..."
"You should probably read fewer of these comnts in the future."
"Alright..."
Acheron changed the subject,
"You seem to still be able to get a signal here?"
"Of course, I'm a mokeeper. It's not difficult for to construct a dedicated signal frequency for myself."
"Good, let's see how far the ga's story has progressed."
"I was thinking the sa."
The two of them arrived at the hall together.
Under Black Swan's control.
The large screen quickly received a signal.
The live broadcast situation also appeared before them.
First, the barrage loaded.
...
"Here we go!"
"Damn, I almost forgot about this side!"
"Acheron! Finally, her perspective!"
"Saved, saved, our strongest reinforcent!"
"I mourn for the departed!"
"The twilight rain will eventually fall..."
"Where do you think Acheron is in reality now?"
"Go and invite Lady Acheron!!"
...
Seeing the barrage.
Acheron shook her head slightly.
"It's not that easy..."
"With just my strength alone, I can't awaken so many people."
"At most, I can only annihilate them..."
Black Swan: "..."
"If I were Sunday, I'd definitely have a headache knowing soone like you is still lingering in Penacony."
At this mont.
The ga screen finally loaded.
The sound of rain mixed with thunder.
The fire in front illuminated a pale, indifferent face.
"This is..."
The old man in black robes spoke: "So warm. It's rare to see any living creatures by the Dead Sea, but you're lucky. Not only did you find shelter from the rain, but also fresh berries. Quite the feat."
Acheron held a peach in her hand.
She said, "I just followed the scent of life. In a place like this, it stands out."
"Too bad it tastes a bit bland."
The old man was surprised: "Really? You might not know, but this fruit is actually quite juicy. The only issue is when you chew it..."
"It produces an extrely spicy sensation."
Acheron let out a sound of realization.
The old man also caught on.
"You... have you lost your sense of taste?"
...
"Huh?"
"Numb..."
"Wuwuwu, my Acheron..."
"By the way, who is this old man? This scene has appeared several tis."
"Maybe it's just to highlight Acheron's past."
"I rember it was ntioned before that the old man was a Hero who once participated in the campaign against Lord Ravager Zhuluo!"
"[As for ... I too lost too much on that battlefield, unable to embark on another journey, and thus beca the most suitable person to complete this task.]"
"The old man probably beca a ferryman of this Dead Sea, guiding these Sin Thirsters."
"Unfortunately, the old man's na is still just three question marks. Such a Hero, though in his twilight years, should still be rembered by us."
"I hope his na will appear in the later plot."
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