The scene of him standing in the Black Abyss Belt resurfaced in his mind, unbidden.
Back then, as Fu Tailan watched the countless particles that were once the Vulture gradually dissipate, he had reached out, just as he was doing now.
He could only grab a single handful; the remaining particles slowly drifted away before his eyes and dissipated, never again to coalesce into a Vulture that would demand to know why he had deceived it.
The very last remnant of that Vulture left in the world was now gathered and covering his left hand.
The particles wrapped around each of his long, cool fingers, guiding his fingertips as they sank deeper and deeper.
'So this is what it feels like to touch a dream…' His fingers pushed against a dense, yielding pressure, parting the dreamscape inch by inch.
