Convergence

Truman had just been about to head with Medici to another battlefield when, for a brief moment, the prophecy of the Robe of the Sage was triggered.

Amid a convergence and dispersal of information streams, he saw a figure enter a city-state he knew fairly well.

"Sasrir? City of Silver?" Truman's heart stirred. He reached out and twisted the void, opening a door and traveling straight to the City of Silver.

He arrived at just the right moment, catching sight of Sasrir, who was holding the Blasphemy Slate, emerging from a corner of the City of Silver.

"Seriously? So soon?" Truman looked at the Slate in Sasrir's hand, somewhat surprised. The Ancient Gods were still locked in a stalemate. If the aura of the Chaos Sea appeared, it could very well trigger a divine war.

The war had yet to reach its climax. The anchors of the various Ancient Gods had not shown any clear signs of wavering; they weren't crazy enough yet.

"This isn't to start a divine war. It's for the Elf King and the Dragon of Imagination." Sasrir gave Truman a slight nod when he saw him.

"Ankewelt may have discovered something. Even the irritable Soniathrym is watching and waiting." Sasrir looked toward the City of Miracles.

"The Dragon of Imagination?"

Whatever the Dragon of Imagination imagined would surely manifest. Whatever kingdom he envisioned would surely descend upon the material world. Whatever future he proclaimed would surely unfold and become reality.

That was the legend of the Dragon of Imagination, and the authority of the Visionary.

"The Dragon of Imagination's authority can even set the tides of fate in motion."

Now, the future the four of them had planned clashed with the future the Dragon of Imagination had envisioned, putting him on alert.

"Cohinem is clever enough to talk Soniathrym down." Sasrir sounded a little helpless.

"Ancient Gods are crazy, not stupid." Truman sighed again. And the Spectator really did need to be nerfed, or the game was unplayable!

The Goddess's Authority of Concealment, his Book of Dreams, and even the Blasphemy Slate—these three things had hidden all of their plans beyond reach. Yet the Dragon of Imagination had still sensed something amiss in the tide of history.

Perhaps they had been in too much of a hurry?

Lilith's fate had indeed been a little too rushed. But after experiencing peace, who would still want to be a madman?

"There's no need to overestimate the authority of Imagination. Imagination without the support of Omniscience and Omnipotence is ultimately just an empty dream," Sasrir explained.

"Getting Ankewelt involved only takes one simple method." Sasrir tapped the Blasphemy Slate lightly.

"Beyonder Characteristic Convergence?" Truman raised an eyebrow. The rules of this world were truly full of wonders.

The Blasphemy Slate recorded this law, and even the Acting Method. It could be called the origin of Sequence Potions.

"Exactly!" Sasrir said, holding the Blasphemy Slate. "What is scattered must eventually converge. That's a fundamental principle, and it's enough to draw the Dragons and Elves into the conflict."

"As for what comes after... Well, the Ancient Gods. Just get them together and something will happen."

Sasrir chuckled, gently brushing his hand over the Blasphemy Slate.

Rumble!

Truman stepped back to keep the Book of Dreams from colliding with the Chaos Sea. It was as though the sound of surging waves had appeared in his ears.

A thick Curtain of Shadows appeared before Sasrir. It slowly drew open, revealing a sea whose color was impossible to describe, a sea that seemed to contain every secret.

At that moment, as Truman looked at the Chaos Sea, even he hadn't expected the change that came over him. His expression turned indifferent, and pale phosphorescence flickered in his pupils.

He had glimpsed the Chaos Sea from afar several times before, but this time, he was truly seeing its true form!

His expression was strange, like that of the mad Ancient Gods. Even the drowsiness he had always dreaded began to surface, surging over his consciousness like a tide.

Hiss!

The Badge of Divinity on his chest flashed with two kinds of light. The divinity of Sleeplessness and Eternal Day helped Truman recover a trace of lucidity. The Book of Dreams opened in his hand, and Dream Phosphor blocked his view.

Hah!

Cold sweat beaded on Truman's back. He furrowed his brow. "The Chaos Sea... a Sefirah!"

He keenly sensed the influence the Chaos Sea, and perhaps other Sefirot, could have on him.

"I'll have to be careful when dealing with Sefirot in the future..."

Truman had recovered. He looked up at Sasrir, who was draped in the Curtain of Shadows. Only a pair of eyes showed through it now, filled with an air of "Corruption" and "indifference."

He looked even more like the lofty Ancient Sun God!

At that very moment, Truman looked up at the sky and sensed the power of the Ancient Gods surging with certainty!

The first two gazes to lock onto the aura of the Chaos Sea descended. Truman's pupils shrank. It was as if he saw a gray-white dragon with pale golden eyes and vertical pupils.

Mysterious three-dimensional symbols were engraved across the dragon's gray-white scales. If Truman's essence hadn't been immune to madness, the moment he saw those symbols, his mind would have descended into chaos, his thoughts would have twisted, and he would have felt an intense urge to destroy himself!

The Dragon of Imagination, Ankewelt!

The other was a Tyrant clad in black armor, striding on the waves, surrounded by storms, with lightning draped over his back and calamities in his eyes. He held a trident.

The Elf King, Soniathrym!

These two Ancient Gods were the first to cast their gazes here, drawn by the Law of Beyonder Characteristic Convergence.

Their gazes were full of madness and desire as they stared at the Blasphemy Slate in Sasrir's hand.

"It connects to the Chaos Sea and may give us a way to control it!" Both Ancient Gods understood this.

Sasrir looked up at the two Ancient Gods impassively and put away the Blasphemy Slate. The Chaos Sea, containing every secret, gradually faded from view.

"Damn it!" Mad Lightning Snakes exploded. In an instant, the sky turned searing white, and countless bolts of lightning filled their vision.

The curtain-like shadow rose up, using the power that had yet to fully recede to block all the lightning.

"Go!"

At last, the curtain fell, completely covering Sasrir. He vanished from the spot.

"Roar!" Above the largest palace in the City of Miracles, Liveseyd, the Dragon of Imagination's eyes flashed with an uncontainable, unstoppable desire. If he forcefully suppressed it, even his own state might undergo an aberration!

This intense effect of convergence was even more terrifying than a curse.

"Get it! Seize the Chaos Sea!" Ankewelt roared. Looking at the Dragon Race in the City of Miracles, he gave a cold command: "Advance to the battlefield!"

"Roar!" Countless dragons lowered their heads and answered with low growls.

The same scene unfolded at the Elf King's palace. If Queen of Calamities Cohinem hadn't held him back, Soniathrym would already have turned into lightning and charged toward the City of Silver!

"The Chaos Sea is calling to us!" the Elf King growled, his desire for destruction surging to unprecedented heights.

"Then we march!" Cohinem knew she could no longer stop him. She looked toward the soldiers of the Elven race, already assembled long ago.

"Storm above!" all the Elves roared. Seething white lightning raged across the ocean, storms howled without end, and terrifying tsunamis rose.

The appearance of the Chaos Sea accelerated the war. All the Ancient Gods mobilized, advancing toward the Giant King's Court.

Once the Subordinate Gods and Angels under the various Ancient Gods joined the battlefield, the intensity of the war rose sharply!