Has a Sefirah Gained Sentience?

The power of peaceful slumber and terror surged forth, transforming into pure darkness; everything within it was silently destroyed and faded away.

This was the authority of the Evernight.

The Dragon of Nightmare jolted awake, but its mental state slid toward the abyss for the third time. The Goddess of Misfortune seized the opportunity, and no matter how powerful the "soothing" or "mental therapy" was, it could no longer be saved!

Sss!

The power of the Evernight seeped completely into the Dragon of Nightmare's draconic body.

A hint of a smile appeared on the face of the Goddess of Misfortune behind the mist. She nodded slightly and snapped her slender fingers.

Snap!

The massive body of the Dragon of Nightmare turned into a simple sketch and was easily erased by an eraser.

This time, it had no power to resist and was sent to the Hidden World—a place that served as the private domain of the Evernight.

The figure of the Goddess of Misfortune disappeared for quite some time, entering the Hidden World to perform the final disposal.

When the Angel of Concealment appeared, all the darkness vanished.

A chaotic and indescribable aura emerged, severing something on a conceptual level.

The Angel of Concealment looked into the distance, looking beyond the hidden blockade.

Sasrir, holding the Blasphemy Slate, stood on a small, shrub-covered hill and nodded gently toward the Angel of Concealment.

The Angel of Concealment nodded in response, turned, and left. With flickering, drifting movements, she traveled further and further away until her figure completely vanished at the edge of the horizon.

Her mission was complete.

Sasrir retracted his gaze and looked down at the dragon beneath his feet.

This was not a Psychic Dragon, but a Dragon of Wisdom.

He lacked the scales between reality and illusion that the Psychic Dragons possessed, nor did he have the mysterious patterns that drove others to madness.

Instead, he was covered in many brass-colored markings; some resembled eyes, others resembled books, flickering with a light unique to wisdom.

He was also quite special among the dragon kin.

He had keenly discovered the anomaly of the concealment and sensed that something was happening, so he had searched for it, only to run straight into Sasrir, who was here preventing any accidents.

And the fact that the Angel of Concealment could easily locate the Dragon of Nightmare in the Sea of Collective Subconscious was naturally due to his assistance.

"Dragon of Wisdom Herabogen, where has your wisdom gone?"

Sasrir tapped the Blasphemy Slate with his finger and then smiled gently at this Wisdom Dragon.

"Roar!"

Suddenly, the Dragon of Imagination, who had been hiding in the Sea of Collective Subconsciousness of the humans in the city-state behind Truman, let out a terrifying dragon roar.

All humans or angels who heard this roar fell into a state of distraction, as if they had forgotten their own selves.

Even Truman himself felt mentally deranged and scattered, barely able to focus any attention!

Hum... A formless protection of divine power drifted out, gently brushing away the tragic consequences of the Dragon of Imagination's roar.

"You stupid dragon, you want to sneak attack me too?!" A blazing bolt of lightning transformed into a spear and was hurled by the Elf King.

Sunlight also bloomed here, a sea of solar light covering that Sea of Collective Subconsciousness.

The Dragon of Imagination had just been watching this divine battle from afar, but in the eyes of the two gods fighting, that roar was already a declaration of participation!

The attacks of the Elf King and the Ancient Sun God instantly fell upon the Dragon of Imagination.

"Roar!" The Dragon of Imagination had absolutely no intention of engaging with these two, retreating toward the City of Miracles at the fastest possible speed.

The escape of the Dragon of Imagination also made it impossible for the battle between the Ancient Sun God and the Elf King to continue, leaving it to fizzle out.

Since knowing the Dragon of Imagination was peeking from the sidelines, both sides tacitly agreed not to escalate the conflict to the highest level, and both took a step back.

The Dragon of Imagination, having returned to the City of Miracles, radiated an aura of tyranny and madness. If one did not see the body of this dragon, one would have felt as if a Tyrant Elf had descended.

"Where is Alsuhod?!" The cold voice of the Dragon of Imagination echoed in the hearts of all the dragons in the City of Miracles.

Many dragons were crazed and out of control; these were dragons with complex characteristics within their bodies. They had been able to move freely before because the Dragon of Imagination had soothed their madness for them.

But now, the tyrannical side of the Dragon of Imagination was revealed, even threatening to imitate the Destruction Demon Wolf and kill these descendants!

"Herabogen!" The gaze of the Dragon of Imagination fell upon the Subordinate God to the side.

The Dragon of Wisdom, under the pressure, fell directly from the stone pillar, his mental state falling into chaos, infinitely close to losing control.

After a long time, the Dragon of Wisdom finally recovered and looked up at the still-furious Dragon of Imagination.

"Alsuhod went out to the City of Nightmares..."

"After that, everything was concealed, and the City of Nightmares disappeared completely." The body of the Dragon of Wisdom trembled uncontrollably.

"..." The Dragon of Imagination closed his eyes, his entire aura tyrannical and insane. The psychic storm projected directly into reality, causing all the dragons to suffer, yet they could not even let out a cry of pain.

I do not know how much time passed, perhaps half a day, when the storm projected by the Dragon of Imagination began to subside. The situation of the dragons improved somewhat; at the very least, they did not need to worry about losing control completely.

"Very well!" The Dragon of Imagination seemed to have figured everything out, his eyes icy and unspeakable, flashing with a fierce light.

"Ariehog, Sienhog..." The Dragon of Imagination spoke, naming these dragons of the Dragon pathway Sequence 2 to enter the temple.

These dragons dared not disobey, and the "Dragon of Wisdom" Herabogen, because his pathway was different, did not need to participate.

Yet Herabogen and the other dragons who were not named dared not move, and could only wait.

When the Red Moon hung high, those dragons finally walked out of the temple. They had no abnormalities and remained the same dragons as before.

But Herabogen, who was prostrate on the ground, was trembling. It was a long time before he climbed up from the ground and returned to his own palace.

"The Elves and the Sun did not suffer too much loss." Standing on the coastline, watching the Queen of Calamities disappear completely, Truman twitched the corner of his mouth. "Instead, the Dragon of Imagination, who was just watching the show, suffered the most."

The lightning and sunlight in the sky had also completely dissipated.

"Oh, and the Giants."

"The Giants, who actively started the divine war, ended up becoming spectators, staring wide-eyed at the Phoenix."

"And the Demon Monarch, who is still wandering near the Abyss, not daring to come out."

Perhaps the death of the Destruction Demon Wolf and other Ancient Gods had shocked this Demon Monarch. He was still continuing his plan to drag the world into the Abyss, but he had become far too cautious.

"Dream is still Dream, but he also seems not quite normal..."

He turned to the fourth page of the Book of Dreams with a complex expression; that was the third branch of authority he had not yet fully summarized.

When the Elf King's gaze had fallen upon him, the Book of Dreams had an instantaneous burst of state, something he had never seen before.

And that moment seemed to have allowed him to see something even deeper.

He... or he, or even it, might not be human.

"Do I count as a Sefirah that has gained sentience?" This was a very serious question, one concerning Truman's own self-definition.