Although admitting defeat before even trying was overly cautious and damaging to morale, Angel had spoken from the heart. Compared to a mere Authority, Frod himself was far more precious.
Angel's words warmed Frod's heart, and he nodded solemnly. "I understand."
"Then let's begin." Angel said nothing further. He turned around, raised his right hand, and tapped the air with his fingertip.
A pale green spatial ripple spread outward from Angel's fingertip like ripples on water. As the ripples emerged, the inert dense fog surrounding them began to churn rapidly.
It was as though a gust of wind had swept in, continuously curling the thick fog into a circle until it finally became a fog tornado like a colossal python holding up the heavens.
The three of them stood at the center of the fog tornado. As it grew increasingly terrifying, a ball of light emerged from the tornado's highest point and drifted downward. Like a leisurely feather, it slowly settled, finally hovering above Angel's palm.
It was not Sanders's first time seeing this ball of light bound by Green Patterns, yet its appearance still stirred his emotions.
This was the main body of a Nightmare Domain! And one with such complete Authority that it rivaled the real world!
While Sanders's eyes burned with envy, Frod too stared fixedly at the seemingly weightless ball of light, his heartbeat beginning to quicken... If this were reality, this main body of the Nightmare Domain would be a true source of laws!
Laws were abilities only touched upon beyond Legend. Though these laws were somewhat false within the Dream Wilderness, mastering them in advance might still lay a foundation for the future.
As Frod imagined that future, his gaze suddenly dimmed, and he shook his head. He had already been reduced to a