I have a Tantric panel

Consciousness slowly sank into the dark depths of the sea, and sank further...

Until one moment,

It's like surfacing and splashing waves.

Clara opened her eyes.

She returned once again to that dark corridor that seemed to have no end.

"Mother……"

The girl called softly and walked step by step into the depths of the corridor.

It was as if something there was calling to her.

Walking and walking.

I don't know how long it took.

The corridor in front of us still seemed endless.

But the surrounding light seemed to grow dimmer, and a sense of oppression permeated the air.

"I guess I'll never get out of here?"

Clara thought wearily.

Her legs felt like they were filled with lead, and every step she took was incredibly heavy.

Suddenly at this moment.

A rustling sound came from the depths of the corridor.

The sound was not loud, like the wind blowing through the pale forest, but it inexplicably made people feel uneasy.

Clara looked up.

In the light not far away, a shadow was rapidly expanding.

The sound grew closer and closer until it penetrated the eardrums, turning into a piercing buzz.

—A swarm of moths.

The swarm of gray and white moths has arrived again!

This time, each moth was larger and more ferocious in appearance.

That sense of greed, cruelty, and the desire for transformation grew ever stronger.

The most terrifying thing is...

On the moth's abdomen, the gray and white stripes and spots, pieced together, surprisingly revealed the shapes of human faces—

Father Norton, butler Joel, eldest brother Julian, second brother Cecil...

And the maid at home, classmates at school...

The expressions on each face were so strange and cruel, as if they wanted to assimilate the girl into one of them.

But now, Clara didn't even have the strength to scream.

run away?

Where could she possibly escape to in this corridor with no exit?

And I'm so tired, so very tired...

I don't want to run anymore, I don't want to be afraid anymore, I don't want to struggle anymore.

I don't care about anything anymore.

Clara stood there numbly, her eyes empty and lifeless, thinking to herself.

I might as well just be devoured by the moths; at least... it would end this endless nightmare.

Just as this thought popped into her head...

The swarm of moths suddenly accelerated, sweeping through like a storm and completely engulfing Clara.

Immediately afterwards, countless silk threads emerged from their abdomens, fluttering down and wrapping around Clara's body, gradually forming a huge cocoon.

Numerous moths landed on the surface of the pupa, forming a second cocoon.

The deepest part of the cocoon.

Clara thought she could finally find peace and escape the nightmare.

However, it did not.

The air inside the cocoon is gradually being released.

The feeling of suffocation transformed into a large hand, slowly tightening around her throat.

At the same time, she experienced another kind of fear that originated from her soul.

She had a premonition.

Once she dies in this cocoon, what will emerge from it will no longer be her, but a completely new individual named Clara.

She would have remained a husk within a pupa.

Completely forgotten.

"No, don't..."

Before existence itself is eliminated, the instinctive will to survive becomes incredibly strong.

She would rather die than be replaced by another version of herself.

"Is there...is there anyone who can save me?"

Inside the cocoon, Clara used her last strength to cry out, her voice so soft it was almost inaudible.

Even she herself felt that it was just a futile struggle.

The next moment.

A miracle happened.

【lamp】

Or rather, the candlelight appeared in sight.

At first, it was just a tiny, insignificant thing.

But then, the moment I touched those cocoon silks.

The platinum candlelight, as if encountering the finest fuel, suddenly expanded and licked upwards along the gray cocoon-like threads.

The gray moths—creatures that should have no vocal organs—prompted shrill, mournful howls as they burned in the platinum flames.

Like the screams of a human being burned by flames.

The stench of decay spread out.

In an instant.

The darkness before her eyes was replaced by light, and the cocoon that had been tightly binding Clara gradually loosened.

She looked up and saw—

The familiar, faceless man was walking out from the cluster of platinum flames, with swarms of gray moths burning to ashes behind him.

Like a hero in a fairy tale who kills a dragon and saves a princess.

Clara's lifeless heart began to beat again.

An indescribable emotion welled up inside me.

"Who... exactly are you?"

The man paused for a moment before answering.

"I'm just a dream traveler passing through."

Clara murmured, "Then, traveler."

"Can you tell me how I can get rid of my nightmares? And how can I save my mother?"

Amidst the burning platinum flames, the man pondered for a moment and said, "First, you must learn to resist."

"Resist things you don't want to accept, even if they seem like your predetermined fate."

"Even if we fail in our resistance, it's better than standing still and waiting to die."

"Resist?"

The girl's tone carried a sense of inferiority and timidity that did not exist in reality.

"But I'm not like you. I'm just an ordinary person, without your power."

"If you don't have power, then go and gain power."

"If I become a 'lamp' like you, will I gain power?"

No, the lamp is my path.

The man's tone was calm: "Your path is for you to decide."

Yes.

Clara nodded, thinking to herself:

She didn't want to become that "moth" that abandons humanity and follows instinct.

But then I felt that just having a lamp wasn't enough.

What she needs is a fire more intense than a lamp, a force stronger than light.

It can shatter all shackles and reshape one's own destiny.

At the same time, she realized something.

The man continued, "As for your mother, why not let her look at a painting?"

"Looking at a painting? What painting?"

"You'll find out what that painting is soon, but not now."

Clara was a little confused, but she nodded nonetheless.

"Okay, I'll be waiting."

"Now, have a good dream."

After leaving these words, the dream is about to collapse.

It was at this moment that...

The man stood there, stunned.

Because, in that instant, he caught a glimpse of it out of the corner of his eye.

On the very edge of a dream, far, far away, stands a female silhouette formed from countless living moths.

Different kinds of wings were pieced together on her body to form a magnificent robe that kept changing.

Four slender arms extend gracefully from the shoulder blades, covered with fine downy hair.

Her face was blurred and gentle, without features, only a pair of iridescent compound eyes that reflected the world in its earliest form.

Those eyes, without a doubt.

It's a [mother moth]!

The pillar god, obsessed with the path, cast a distant glance at him through the fading dream.

Xia En was deeply shocked and forced himself to look away with great willpower.

Then, the dream shattered.

His consciousness surfaced, and he returned to reality.

You have been observed by the "Moth Mother".

[Passion: 1: (2% → 32%)!]

[Rationality: 2: (11% → 1%)!]

[Resonance: 1: (18%→29%)!]

Clara (Moth) → (Cast) — Offset: 54%

[Soul Point +1!]