June 25, 1899, Parthian Ancient Kingdom, 2:18 a.m.
Future history was destined to remember this moment.
In the deep and tranquil night sky, a dazzling silver radiance suddenly blazed.
A peal of thunder exploded above the desert.
Everyone in the world—not only transcendent beings, but all intelligent life—heard that peal of thunder at the same moment.
Everyone who was asleep was jolted awake at the same moment.
It was not because the sound was particularly loud, but because the violent tremors of the Dream Realm had expelled everyone who was sleeping from the Dream Realm.
And if they looked up at the night sky, they would see that it had turned an eerie white. It was as though the clouds in the dead of night had become smoke billowing from dry ice, making the night as bright as day.
Thick silver-white lightning bolts as large as giant pythons rolled through the frozen clouds, interspersed with several web-like, blood-red forked bolts. Savage dragon roars rang out from the sky without end.
The Dream Realm continued to affect the Material Realm, while the Material Realm itself also affected the Dream Realm.
The outcome of the battle in Paradise City had indeed changed the course of the war in the Dream Realm.
Just as Arthur had once led the Round Table Knights in an assault on Avalon, proving that Authority was a higher form of violence than brute force... the benevolent rulers who governed the Parthian Ancient Kingdom through theories that made full use of the Path of Authority had also been overturned by the Red Hand Party's fearless revenge.
When the outcome of this war was projected into the Dream Realm through the ritual, it caused the Crowned Lord, who had been suppressed by the Calamity Demon Dragon for so long yet