Chapter 385. Battle at the Colourful Forest
Tyler and the others were suddenly engulfed in a shimmering, painted haze—like ink dropped into water, spreading tendrils of color in every direction.
It was Dr. Juggler’s Domain.
The world around them twisted. The forest faded into a strange dreamscape. Trees shimmered as if made of brushstrokes, swaying like dancers in a surreal painting. The lake behind the tent bubbled with unnatural colors, its surface reflecting nothing of the real world. Somewhere in the distance, a broken calliope wheezed out a haunting tune—off-key, whimsical, and deeply unsettling.
From the center of the illusion, a giant pinwheel emerged, its rainbow-colored blades spinning lazily at first. Standing on top of it was Dr. Juggler, arms stretched wide like a performer on stage.
"Play in my Domain—Dream Carnival," he whispered, almost reverently.
"What a nice name," Tyler said, clearly impressed by his naming sense.
"What a lame name." Su Fei said. She was unimpressed, her tone laced with sarcasm. She was not near Tyler.
A mist of colorful gases began to spread across the forest. Wherever it touched, life withered—trees shriveling, grass curling, flowers turning to dust. The toxic beauty was mesmerizing and deadly.
Tyler turned quickly, but the others had vanished from sight.
"Lily? Mathilda? Mana? Darla? Su Fei?" he called out, but no one responded.
Elsewhere in the dreamscape: