A moment later, the last silver grain of sand at the top of the hourglass finally fell.
At the sight, the Black Robed Man willed a thread of Spiritual Power into the Nameplate.
At his action, a faint glow appeared on the surface of the black Nameplate. A peculiar ripple spread from it and entered the core crystal of the magic array.
The information carried by that ripple was the coordinates of an independent small Dream World.
Once the coordinates were entered, the Array Light suddenly brightened, turning an abyssal black as deep and dense as the void. Its core was fully activated.
Terrifying, oppressive Mana Fluctuations radiated from the magic array, like a Dragon roused from its sleep.
"Truth Society? Hehehe, let's enjoy a spectacular fireworks show!"
With a slightly shrill, strange laugh, the figure swept his robe around himself and vanished.
After the Masked Man departed, the magic array continued to operate, connecting through the coordinates he had left behind to a small independent dream realm that had originally been attached to the main Dream World.
From outside the world, one could see that the small Dream World was entirely wrapped in a faint layer of gray mist.
Though it was called small, it was still an independent world. Compared with the several-hundred-meter giant magic array in operation, it was like placing a sesame seed atop a watermelon.
At that moment, the part of this independent Dream World—which clung to the surface of Uniwal's Dream like a massive bubble—that had originally connected it to Uniwal's Dream suddenly broke away!
Having lost its anchor point, the entire world immediately began to drift slowly under the tension of the underlying space!
Guided by the power of the magic array, it traced an arc across the spatial plane, silently and irresistibly