Return to Reality

The Mind Storm howled and raged, forming a real "storm" in this world created by psychic power. Wherever its immense magic swept, countless things made of dreams and projections shattered and vanished like smoke!

Archbishop Magnan raised both hands high, a delighted smile appearing on his face.

In a place this bizarre, facing a group of twisted projections and sinister traps aimed at the mind, was hardly a relaxing or pleasant experience.

To be honest, he really was not good at unraveling this kind of layered, unpredictable mental trap.

But once both sides had visible health bars... oh boy, now he was fired up!

After all, before throwing himself into the thankless business of being a cultist, he had been a priest of the God of War.

The War God Cult had relatively little influence in the Ansu-Cecil Territory and not many believers, but in the Typhon Empire, the God of War Church was the most influential faith. Typhon's army was packed with priests of the God of War Church, every last one of them a hotheaded old warbird...

Amid the howling Mind Storm, Gawain, concealed by psychological invisibility, narrowed his eyes slightly.

The pale golden runes summoned by Archbishop Yuri flickered and circled around the exploration team, forming a sturdy psychic barrier. Beyond the barrier was a powerful storm that seemed capable of destroying everything, while within it, all was calm.

So those golden runes were meant to protect against friendly fire...

With a mix of amusement and exasperation rising in his heart, Gawain cast his line of sight past the Sleeper exploration team toward the church stairs nearby.

The Mind Storm could ultimately only deal with the fragile projected residents and the defenseless plaza itself. The elderly priest with his bizarre divine arts still stood firmly at the