Powerful Goddess

"Roar!"

The Dragon of Nightmare suddenly let out a furious roar. Something beyond his comprehension had occurred: this Angel had bypassed the multiple virtual personalities he had laid out and pinpointed his true self!

"Impossible!" This bizarre situation made him sense danger, and with a dragon roar, he attempted to summon Herabogen from the City of Miracles.

He knew that if the opponent dared to stand before him, she could not possibly be merely a Sequence 2 Angel of Concealment; there had to be other Angels hidden in the shadows.

Perhaps even Misfortune had arrived!

The legends of the Goddess of Misfortune still circulated. Centuries ago, she had personally slain a severely wounded Demon Wolf, making her a figure feared by Angels, Subordinate Gods, and even Ancient Gods of all races.

It could be said that after the emergence of a Subordinate God like Misfortune, the living conditions for all Subordinate Gods had deteriorated significantly, as they became targets of suspicion by the Ancient Gods.

Of course, some Subordinate Gods did indeed harbor ulterior motives...

In short, the Dragon of Nightmare dared not face the Goddess of Misfortune alone.

Like the Elf Queen, he possessed various gifts and blessings from Ancient Gods, but the Goddess of Misfortune had killed an Ancient God of the same Sequence Status as his Father God!

"Quiet!" the Angel of Concealment spoke softly, and then all sound was concealed, achieving a forced effect of silence.

The Dragon of Nightmare leaped and flashed directly through the Sea of Collective Subconscious, his speed impossibly fast; he had to escape the area controlled by the hidden Goddess of Misfortune.

For an "Author" to be forced into a direct confrontation was already a severe limitation on his own abilities.

"Fear Ignition!" the Angel of Concealment spoke again. She reached out and tapped lightly, and something within the mind of the Dragon of Nightmare was stirred, causing it to explode.

This was the ability of the "Bishop of Fear," Sequence 3 of the "Evernight" pathway.

The body of the Dragon of Nightmare, hidden within the Sea of Collective Subconsciousness, almost plummeted into reality.

His dragon body burst open. Because several attempts to completely escape the attack range had failed, he developed a sliver of fear toward the Goddess of Misfortune, which the keen Angel of Concealment captured.

"Roar!" The Dragon of Nightmare turned back abruptly and roared at the Angel of Concealment, "You are Misfortune!"

The two strikes from the Angel of Concealment were simply too powerful!

The initial "Psychic Domination" had failed only because the opponent's Sequence Status was too high!

He had not realized this before, because the Angel of Concealment before him was in too good a mental state; she did not resemble a Sequence 1, which was almost synonymous with madness itself.

He realized his mistake and used "Pacification" on himself. His body, which had been on the verge of shattering, re-solidified, then expanded madly, becoming incomparably powerful!

The Dragon of Nightmare hypnotized himself into forgetting the surging fear, then used the ability of an "Observer" to make himself even stronger!

The Angel of Concealment raised her hand to spread darkness. The darkness dissipated like ripples, and the surroundings suddenly darkened, as if he had arrived in the deepest, most desperate night.

At the same time, a feeling of peace and serenity descended along with the appearance of tiny starlight.

Amidst the silence, there seemed to be the sound of chanting, peaceful and tranquil, inducing sleep, as if allowing everyone to find salvation for their souls.

The Dragon of Nightmare was proficient in psychic arts and naturally sensed this power, throwing out "Frenzy" and "Psychic Storm" to interfere with the Angel of Concealment's mind.

This strategy worked; the power of slumber was contained, and the body of the Angel of Concealment stiffened for an instant.

"Psychic Breath!"

The invisible, transparent breath was about to pierce the spirit of the Angel of Concealment.

Shhh! At the critical moment, the Angel of Concealment's body vanished, as if erased by a rubber.

When the Goddess of Misfortune reappeared, she was already very close to the Dragon of Nightmare.

"Plague Storm!"

The Nightmare Dragon unleashed the most sinister attack for an Angel. Composed of "Mind Deprivation" and "Mental Plague," it could cause an Angel's mental state to lose balance, awakening the madness within their body and causing them to lose control immediately.

Hum!

The Goddess of Misfortune could not dodge in time; black light flashed in her eyes, and she directly revealed her Mythical Creature form.

The Eight-Legged Demon Wolf let out a low growl, already tinged with a hint of madness.

The Nightmare Dragon's eyes flashed. "Insight" and "Dream Labyrinth" descended simultaneously, shaping the thing the Goddess of Misfortune feared most in her heart.

It was a Demon Wolf, roaring at a blood moon, ravaging the world.

"Destruction Demon Wolf!" The Dragon of Nightmare's eyes widened, sensing that something was wrong, but it was too late to stop.

"Under the hand of the Demon Wolf, the Goddess of Misfortune shall suffer further misery!" The Dragon of Nightmare could only utter this sentence using his "Author" ability.

The scene of the Dream Labyrinth shifted, and the Demon Wolf, filled with an aura of destruction, unleashed "Fooling," stripping the Goddess of Misfortune of her sanity.

The Dragon of Nightmare finally gained a moment to breathe, preparing to write a complete story using the object of the Goddess of Misfortune's fear, intending to trap her within the dream.

Shhh!

A streak of black light flashed; a Death Scythe dismembered the Destruction Demon Wolf and even shattered the Dream Labyrinth directly!

How could a dead fear be considered a fear?

But it was still too fast!

The backlash of spirituality caused the Dragon of Nightmare's condition to plummet, and he was on the verge of losing control. He stared at all this in astonishment, seeing those clear eyes.

It was a lie that the Goddess of Misfortune had been affected by the "Plague Storm"; there was nothing wrong with her mind at all!

"Impossible?!" A strong sense of confusion surged in the heart of the Dragon of Nightmare.

Angels were accompanied by madness; why would an Angel who had been hit be so clear-headed?

But the Goddess of Misfortune clearly had no mood to explain to him, and she was about to harvest this Mystical Item completely.

"You are the true body of Misfortune!" The Dragon of Nightmare suddenly realized this.

When did she switch?

The Dragon of Nightmare suddenly remembered a certain "Concealment."

That was the only time the Angel of Concealment had disappeared from his sight, and when she emerged, she had been struck by the "Plague Storm" and transformed into the Demon Wolf Mythical form, causing even him, a Psychic Dragon most adept at observation, to overlook it!

A Sequence 2 clone and the true body of the Goddess of Misfortune were two different concepts!

"Father God..." the Dragon of Nightmare roared, but his voice was concealed once again.

Outside the battlefield, some humans opened their numb eyes and began to recite the honorific name of the Dragon of Imagination.

Hum!

Amidst a slight vibration, this entire city-state was concealed.

The Dragon of Nightmare could no longer maintain his state and plummeted completely out of the Sea of Collective Subconscious.

"Everything here has been concealed," the Goddess of Misfortune said indifferently and coldly.

The Dragon of Nightmare forcibly "pacified" his spirit, hypnotized himself, and became powerful enough once again.

"Do you know that you are a resurrection contingency for your Father God?" the Goddess said suddenly. "This is the meaning of your existence."

These words seeped into his mind like the night. This could not shake the spirit of a Psychic Dragon, but what if he already harbored this fear himself?

Upon hearing this, the Dragon of Nightmare could not help but waver, and that powerful state instantly broke.

He could achieve greatness by believing himself to be powerful, but when facing his Father God, he was always weak, unable to resist.

The Goddess of Misfortune chuckled, her fingers moving lightly, once again stirring the fear within the heart of the Dragon of Nightmare.