"Dreams and... reality?"
Moli was puzzled, but the girl in front of her clutched her head in agony, and the crimson mist around them became even more tumultuous.
"I can't hold on any longer... even if I separate my body and soul to restrain it, it's still not enough... I must try to leave here, to leave the boundary, I have no retreat...
"Moon, before I leave, as your close friend, may I ask you for one last thing?
"As you can see, the mythical species of reality are at war with each other, treating all living creatures as straw dogs, as insignificant... under such circumstances, even the formation of human settlements is a stroke of luck, let alone the emergence of a nation? I want to ask you to teach them these secret techniques I've recorded, so that they can defend themselves, to survive under the oppression and wars of the mythical species... until one day they form settlements, establish city-states, and ultimately a nation is born...
