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Half a month later, the military training was about to end.
Laya knocked on Shirian's door for the first time. "Shirian, some new friends I made are coming over tonight. Is that okay?"
Silence came from inside the room. "Are you happy right now?"
Laya was taken aback; how was that related to her question?
Shirian quietly clutched the glass beads in his hand, pressing himself against the door as if he were a thief, listening to Queen's voice coming from the other side.
He couldn't understand why Queen was always so cheerful. Perhaps he used to sense all positive emotions, but nightmares had since filled his mental world.
Recalling painful memories from the past, he covered his mouth and gasped sharply.
In the next moment, his Psychic Power began to surge uncontrollably. Laya didn't hear Shirian's response and assumed he had agreed, planning to head out.
However, just as she was about to go downstairs, a loud crash echoed from the room. Startled, Laya rushed back to the door and knocked again. "Shirian, is something wrong?"
But there was still no reply from within.
Gritting her teeth, Laya closed her eyes and used her Psychic Power to sense the situation. To her shock, Shirian's Psychic Power was rapidly declining.
Without hesitation, she unleashed her Psychic Power. A powerful orange torrent surged forward, and the door shattered in response.
The pitch-black room came into view; it was so dark that the windows were nailed shut and the lights wouldn't turn on.
“Shirian, where are you?”
Laya exhaled gently, attempting to draw out her Psychic Power as a source of light.
Gradually, she manifested a small orange-yellow sphere of Psychic Power. With a loud "boom," the orb successfully materialized, illuminating a small area of the room.
Just as she was about to gather her strength to find Shirian, she keenly heard the sound of something flapping nearby.
A pair of wings edged with golden light fluttered softly and flew next to the small orb, circling around it.
Laya's eyes widened in surprise as she beheld a butterfly nearly half a meter tall.
The butterfly boasted a pair of beautifully shaped emerald wings, their edges shimmering with golden light. However, what shocked Laya the most was that this butterfly was indeed Shirian.
She never imagined that the exquisitely delicate golden-haired boy could transform into such a beautiful butterfly.
With its elegant emerald body and wings adorned with speckles of light, it exuded Light Particles that seeped out, creating an ethereal dreamlike quality.
Yet Laya felt an inexplicable sadness wash over her.
“Shirian, I sense that you're not in a good mental state right now. Can I connect to your Brain Region to take a look?”
The Phantom Butterfly remained silent, continuing to flutter around the light source. Laya wondered if it had completely lost consciousness and cautiously extended her Psychic Power.
Suddenly, just as her Psychic Power entered the Brain Region, the quietly fluttering Phantom Butterfly began to struggle violently.
"Shirian, calm down. I'm trying to help you," Laya said, her voice steady despite the chaos around them.
She had already seen the state of the Brain Region, riddled with dark lines, but Shirian's frantic struggles made it impossible for her to administer any treatment.
Just as her anxiety peaked, a loud crash echoed through the room. The beautiful Golden Illusion Butterfly suddenly slammed against the wall, creating a shallow dent in the sturdy surface.
The Phantom Butterfly's graceful body trembled slightly, and more Light Particles began to drift from its form and wings.
As the Light Particles fell onto Laya's face, she looked down at the specks of gold and green on her hands, shivering. These beautiful glowing dots were not mere light; they were clearly Shirian's blood.
The shimmering spots on the Phantom Butterfly were wounds it had inflicted upon itself.
Shirian's consciousness had sunk into a nightmare from the past, which was extremely dangerous for a Zerg like the Phantom Butterfly. Its Psychic Power was of an illusory nature, easily drawing nearby creatures into its dream.
Fortunately, Laya's Psychic Power was stronger. She carefully soothed her agitated friend while meticulously extracting the dark lines from his mind.
Inevitably, she glimpsed fragments from Shirian's deep memories. A beautiful golden-haired youth appeared, disheveled and battered, with enormous azure-green wings protruding from the torn fabric of his clothes. He radiated light, resembling a stunning fairy.
Yet in reality, he was covered in wounds; the golden-green glow surrounding him fluctuated wildly—sometimes fierce enough to seem like it would burst forth, other times flickering weakly.
Regardless of his emotional turmoil, chains bound him tightly, linking him to a terrifying monster.
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