"Lilith?! What a fool!" Giant King Olmir's voice thundered, shaking the palace of the Giant Court.
"This time, I will kill the Demon Wolf and Lilith together!"
Olmir's single eye gleamed with the twilight light of madness and brutality—an aura that could wither void, life, and even gods.
He had once formed an alliance with Lilith and the Elven King to resist the ancient gods like the dragons and the demon wolf. But could any ally compare to his queen?
If he killed Lilith, his queen, Omibella, could attempt to consume her!
"Once I devour the Demon Wolf, dragons, elves, and all other species will bow to me! Then, I will find an opportunity to eat that damn bird!" Olmir's ambition was boundless.
However, it seemed he had gone too far into madness, making him more reckless than the rest of the Giant Kings.
The God of Dawn, Badehel, the Goddess of Harvest, Omibella, and the God of Honor, Budral, were not first-generation giants. Their characteristics were relatively pure, allowing them to remain clear-minded.
"Father God, the Golden Kingdom is under attack!" Badehel reported in a deep voice.
"Go deal with them!" Olmir commanded without hesitation. He needed to keep an eye on the Demon Wolf and plan his move against Lilith—his mind was stretched thin with schemes.
"Understood!" Badehel, wielding a massive two-handed sword, strode out of the Giant Court, leading a powerful force of giants toward the Golden Kingdom.
"You've become the Dream Angel under the Lord's command?" Medici's expression was indescribably complex.
His loyalty to Grisha was undeniable—he had proven it with his life in later ages.
But this Dream Angel… had appeared far too suddenly.
Medici shook his head. If this were any other time, he would have mocked Truman. But now, during wartime, he focused on external enemies, not internal disputes.
Soon, Truman and Medici arrived outside the Golden Kingdom.
They were close to the Giant Court now. The giants guarded this land, but minions of other ancient gods also roamed nearby.
Medici was here to ambush those followers, further destabilizing the situation.
"They're here! A lone dragon!" Medici's eyes gleamed as he saw a massive creature descending from the sky. His army stirred, a formless power surging into him.
Medici, now a Sequence 2 Weather Warlock of the Hunter Pathway, led an elite corps of hunters—warriors painstakingly trained in Grisha's divine kingdom. Among them were several Saints!
On the mystical level, Medici and his army fused into one, their strength swelling as they locked onto the dragon above.
The dragon roared, its enormous black-and-gold form looming through the clouds.
It resembled a massive lizard with broad, leathery wings. Its smallest scales were the size of a human head, and its fierce draconic face held two dark golden eyes.
"Roar!" The dragon growled warily, sensing danger.
"You winged bug!" Medici taunted, instantly drawing the dragon's ire.
The dragon glared at him coldly, but in the next moment, it let out an enraged roar.
A terrifying stream of information crashed over them—an illusion of reality breaking apart. The world itself seemed to collapse!
This was a dream attack!
As the dragon's eyes bore down, Medici and his troops were dragged into a dreamscape.
But Truman was different. His very nature made him immune to dream attacks, and his divine badge granted him absolute clarity.
With his Sage's Robe, he transformed into a chaotic stream of information, tearing through the dream.
"A dragon blending Reader and Spectator traits… likely barely maintaining its consciousness under the soothing influence of an Imaginary Dragon."
Truman's eyes flickered with streams of information, attempting to analyze the dragon's essence.
Sensing the threat, the dragon flapped its wings, unleashing a barrage of spells—hurricanes, lightning, frost, and shadow—toward Medici's forces.
Simultaneously, a psychic wave spread as the dragon attempted to leap into the collective subconscious sea to fight from within.
But Truman's Sage's Robe billowed, and he invoked: "Mystery Reappearance—Peach Blossom Spring!"
A shower of dreamlike peach blossoms filled the air, creating a breathtaking scene. The primary feature of the Peach Blossom Spring was isolation!
The dragon could no longer escape into the collective subconscious.
Its golden eyes snapped toward Truman, a strange power surging within.
For a moment, Truman felt an unsettling sensation—as if his deepest secrets were being laid bare.
"Oh, you want to see? Then let me show you!" Truman snorted coldly and raised the Dream Book before him.
Roar!
The Mind Dragon convulsed, both its body and spirit trembling uncontrollably. It plummeted from the sky, severing its prying gaze.
Yet, as a dream and mind-based entity, the dragon quickly stabilized itself, its wings flaring once more. But it dared not use its "Insight" ability on Truman again.
That brief glimpse had filled it with indescribable terror—as if even a slight peek could shatter its very existence!
"That's it?!" Medici sneered. He charged forward, swinging his greatsword. Pale blue-white flames condensed into spears and rained down upon the dragon, piercing through its spells.
Above, heavy lead-colored clouds swirled. Medici slashed his sword, unleashing a burst of lightning, flame, and frost from the storm!
Roar!
The dragon howled, and Medici's body stiffened. A false personality had formed within him, trying to seize control.
At the same time, the dragon spewed a devastating breath attack, engulfing Medici completely.
"You really are an idiot." A mocking voice rang from the dragon's back. Under the cover of a shadowy veil, Medici stepped out of the void, swinging his sword. A brilliant arc of lightning carved through the sky, striking the dragon.
Snap!
A massive wing was severed and crashed to the ground.
The dragon roared in pain and slammed itself against the Peach Blossom Spring's barrier.
Insight! A Sequence 3 ability from the Reader Pathway—capable of discerning world rules and manipulating them!
The dragon seized upon a fleeting flaw in the Peach Blossom Spring, attempting to escape into the collective subconscious.
Medici swung his sword again, cleaving off the dragon's second wing.
Desperation filled the dragon's mind. Its foresight ability warned that if it didn't escape now, it would die!
"Dragon's Breath!" Truman pointed a finger.
A spiritual attack identical to the dragon's previous breath attack erupted, crashing into its mind.
The Ancient One's Glove—an artifact with the ability to "Reproduce"—had perfectly replicated the dragon's psychic attack against Medici.
The dragon's already fragile psyche teetered on collapse. Frantically, it charged toward the Peach Blossom Spring's gap.
Boom!
The barrier shattered, and the dragon leapt into the collective subconscious.
It prepared to flee… but then realized something was wrong.
It was still in the same place.
A look of blank horror filled the dragon's eyes.
Even its "Insight" ability pointed to a single floating book, shimmering with dreamlike phosphorescence.
Within it, dreamlike forces swirled, weaving a reality that was both true and false.
From the very beginning… its escape had only been a beautiful dream.