Chapter 153: The Disappeared World

Thelma Zane’s Perspective An unsettling sensation gripped me, one that I couldn’t shake off. It was as if I had forgotten something deeply significant, but no matter how hard I tried to recall it, the memory eluded me. Strangely, even the act of *forgetting* felt obscured, as though an invisible eraser was constantly wiping clean my awareness of it. The word “wolf” floated in my mind. I could spell it—“w-o-l-f”—but that was the extent of my understanding. The word carried no meaning, no images, no memories associated with it. It existed solely as a string of letters, devoid of context or significance. Whenever I tried to focus on it, a persistent inner voice would insist, *It doesn’t exist.* This was the insidious power of a shielding spell. It didn’t simply make something disappear; it actively erased its presence from your perception, making you deny its existence entirely. A chill ran down my spine as I grappled with this realization. “When did this start?” I murmured,