A cold, ruthless will surged up with the tide.
"Ugh!"
Luther's body swayed violently as his mental world was subjected to intense torment.
Ever since Luther had transmigrated, the phantom tide had served as his golden finger, offering countless favors and saving him countless times. Yet now, its attitude suddenly changed, and it became a vicious enemy tormenting him!
No, the tide was still the same tide. What caused his pain was a strange will deep within it.
-it was a cruel, alien sensation, as though a completely unfamiliar version of himself had appeared inside him and was slowly replacing him, becoming the master of this body.
He had experienced something similar before, in the illusion of the "Betrayal Banquet"!
"Damn it..."
Unprecedented pain ate away at him.
As a Secrets Suppliant, Luther had suffered corruption from several evil gods: the True Creator, the Hidden Sage, the Primordial Demoness, the Primordial Moon... These beings had repeatedly subjected him to shocks that nearly shattered his mind.
But none of those evil gods had inflicted pain that could compare to the mental damage this will was causing him now!
"Ahh..." Luther let out an unbearable moan. It felt as though his skull had been pried open and his brain removed, every fold of its cortex spread out on bitterly cold ice and ground into dust, bit by bit, by a sharp roller...
His senses blurred completely, and his vision dimmed. Through the haze, he saw the dream recede like a tide, fleeing swiftly from him like a terrified herd that had spotted a rampaging beast. Surrounded by the procession, the golden royal carriage also vanished from reality along with the mist.
The world returned to normal, but Luther could no longer tell.
In his eyes, everything was twisting into hideous, grotesque shapes.