Splash~
The bathtub overflowed.
Han Dong and Sally's consciousnesses returned from the Dreamlands at the same time. What they had disturbed in the dream had been an Old King, and one of exceptionally high status within the Dreamlands.
"The Terror of Octini, the Progenitor of Evil Filth, the Omniscient One second only to the Void, the Nightmare King of the Dreamlands..."
Sally recited the various titles used within the Abyssal Demon Circle one after another.
In her panic, the black veil covering her face even slipped off.
It revealed a cold, fair face, while the mark of a goat hoof appeared on her cheek.
"Rumor has it that His status in the Dreamlands is similar to that of the 'Void' in the real world. He oversees the Dreamlands' overall operation, spatial arrangement, and the flow of time.
I must have gotten too excited just now and stepped on something, interrupting His work.
They say the Nightmare King's temperament is unpredictable. He may have held back only because we are currently in the London Game... If we truly angered Him, we would be imprisoned in the Dreamlands forever.
At that point, only Honored Mother might be able to rescue us.
So many nightmares... As expected of..."
Always reserved, Sally was at a complete loss after unexpectedly encountering such a high-ranking being.
By comparison.
Han Dong, who had met several "higher beings," remained calm. In fact, the appearance of this Old King had caused his interest in the Dreamlands to rise sharply.
Sally became more and more agitated as she spoke.
To the point that Maritis, sleeping at the other end, showed signs of waking up.
Seeing this, Han Dong hurriedly reached out and covered Sally's mouth.
"Miss Sally, calm down. We're fine, aren't we?
We merely caught a glimpse of His