Snake Tongue had fallen into a dream from which she could not wake.
She had been beside the enormous altar transformed from the "Movie Theater," resonating with countless believers as they praised that incredible "Sir," her very soul nearly melting into it.
Yet at some unknown point, she had entered an even more absurd space. There had been no process or transition, no logic convincing enough to explain it. It truly was like a dream. Yet this dream world was becoming increasingly real.
Snake Tongue seemed to have arrived on a battlefield engulfed in artillery fire.
Yes, a battlefield.
The dream's own logic was rapidly becoming complete, giving her an incomparably profound and certain impression.
She had fallen into the center of a chaotic war zone, surrounded by sturdy, heavily defended fortress passes. Roaring war machines filled every corner. Countless soldiers, clad in Exoskeleton Armor and operating warplanes, flying shuttles, and massive mechs, fought with utter abandon.
As for their enemies, they were extraordinary creatures resembling Aberrant Species. Many of them had vaguely been elements of the images shown earlier by the "Movie Theater"; others were simply the crimson giant apes that leaped through the Cloud Top World...
The battle between the two sides was fiercely entangled, so intense that Snake Tongue was inevitably swept into it.
She could not even tell friend from foe. Driven by some unknown force, she could only fight every threatening target that appeared around her, and then be killed.
It was that simple.
In this battlefield, Snake Tongue's strength was far too mediocre. Worst of all, she could not keep up with the rhythm of the war at all.
As a curse caster, she was utterly unsuited to this chaotic, violent killing game that raged like a hurricane. It was as though she had