Deep beneath the European continent, there were no cold layers of rock.
Instead, there was a massive hollow, as if someone had scooped out a section of the planet's core.
There was no light source, yet the surrounding rock walls gave off a bleak, dim glow.
Gray-black dust floated through the air. Looking closely, each mote was clearly a tiny, fragmented human face, silently screaming and weeping.
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This was the Divine Kingdom of Bone Nightmare Weaver Sylvia—the Fear Dream Domain.
Evergreen and the Water God stood at the center of this world.
Around them, a golden barrier a hundred meters in diameter kept all the gray-black dust outside.
Holy runes flowed slowly across the barrier. With every blink, they purified a patch of screaming faces trying to approach.
This was Evergreen's Holy Light Grace, an Absolute Defense domain.
"I say, Old Xu, that turtle shell of yours is pretty tough."
The Water God sat cross-legged inside the barrier and poked the golden wall with a finger. Ripples spread across it like waves on water.
His tone was relaxed, but the currents of water swirling around him had stopped constantly changing shape. Instead, they had condensed into dozens of smooth, mirror-like water shields, hovering warily in midair.
The scene outside the barrier was reflected on every water shield, but the images constantly twisted and changed.
Sometimes they showed mountains of corpses and seas of blood. Sometimes they showed distorted monsters. Sometimes they showed the scenes they least wanted to remember from the depths of their hearts.
"Her power is seeping into my illusions." The Water God dropped his playful expression. "That woman's mental power is everywhere."
"She wants to find our fears and amplify them." Evergreen's voice was Steadfastness itself.
He maintained the stability of the Holy Light