Boom!
Another Tide of Filth surged toward him, but there was no chance of restoring the severed connection between the mysterious planes.
Truman cloaked himself in Dream Phosphor, completely preventing the connection from being reestablished.
At the same moment, the illusory stars in the Astral World burst into an extraordinarily brilliant light.
The Tide of Filth intensified several times over.
But in Truman's eyes, the Mother Tree's actions seemed rather like those of someone driven to desperation.
It was frightened by the Book of Dreams and instinctively tried to flee. But it quickly came to its senses and, in its fury, tried to reestablish its connection to me and corrupt me.
"Hm!" Truman tapped the Book of Dreams lightly with his finger. "The Book of Dreams' Sequence Status seems to be just a little higher than I imagined..."
If even the Mother Tree had been frightened at first glance, then surely it was high enough.
Truman's connection to the Mother Tree had been severed. It could no longer corrupt him, and could only crash against the barrier in vain, sending ripples across it.
"Let's go." Lilith had already begun drawing in the crimson moonlight. It was the Uniqueness of the Moon Pathway, left at the ritual site as a precaution.
Their actions this time had been a complete success. There was no need to stay here and face the Tide of Filth.
Truman and Amanises both nodded. As the crimson moonlight flickered, the three of them quickly vanished from the Abyss.
The place returned to stillness, leaving only the starry sky, the illusory stars, and the ceaseless Tide of Filth.
The Red Moon in the Kingdom of the Creator suddenly erupted in a crimson tide. When it receded, three figures stood in its place.
"Until next time." Amanises took back