Dream Descends "So this is your true form, Lord Zasite?"
At this moment, the Speaker's gaze finally held a hint of seriousness.
"The Ninth Rank Limit—how disrespectful of me. But are you really going to stand in my way for the sake of these ants?"
"Lord Fal—let me continue calling you that for now."
Anvis shook his head, speaking with a trace of regret.
For some reason, however, he did not immediately attack the magic array.
"Unfortunately, you were right about one thing. I came here precisely to stop you."
"Is it to represent so-called 'Justice'? Or is there some other reason?"
Within the Defense Magic Array, the Speaker raised an eyebrow.
"But, dear Lord Zasite, compared to those lowly vermin born and raised here, we are the true kindred, aren't we?"
"Could you explain what you mean by 'kindred'?"
The Speaker's words caught Anvis somewhat by surprise. He looked at the Speaker with interest, waiting for his explanation.
The Speaker frowned slightly, displeased by Anvis's attitude.
"There is no need for us to keep pretending here, Lord Zasite.
Where the aura of the great Dream Lord Maerim reaches, any magic used for peering is utterly ineffective."
As he spoke, no one knew what the Speaker did, but a strange aura of power spread from his body.
The instant he sensed that aura, the Old Days Secret Scripture in Anvis's true body flickered sharply, suddenly giving him a feeling of profound familiarity.
Just like when he had faced the black Seal on the island, and the Black Cocoon in Sky City.
In an instant, Anvis's eyes lit up as well. The way he looked at the Speaker was as though he were looking at a walking treasure trove.
"Did you feel it? Join us, Lord Zasite! As the third kindred