Strength Needs No Words

"You shouldn't have come down here." A faint, lingering sigh drifted from the center of the Sea of Blood.

"If I hadn't come down, you wouldn't have been able to hold on much longer." The voice, which should have been serene and peaceful, was now hoarse and weary.

Deep beneath the Sea of Blood at the center of the divine kingdom of the Mother Goddess of Earth, Lilith was suspended in mid-air, imprisoned by a massive Bleeding Moon. She was unable to move, and the waves of blood within the moon were constantly eroding her sanity.

A river of deathly, void-black water flowed slowly through this space, its concepts of tranquility and silence pushed to their absolute limits, struggling to maintain Lilith's sanity.

However, the Goddess of Night, who was manipulating a tributary of the River of Eternal Darkness to resist the erosion of the Sea of Blood, was not in a good state either.

Even with the seal of dreams in place, controlling a tributary of the River of Eternal Darkness was no easy task, and this process had already been going on for a long time.

"The Mother of Depravity is truly formidable. Or rather, any Pillar is far from simple; they are more terrifying than ordinary Great Old Ones."

At this moment, Lilith's body and spirit were converging with the Mother of Depravity, allowing her to glimpse many secrets of the Pillars.

"The Original... the Original..." The Bleeding Moon in Lilith's eyes suddenly constricted for a moment, as if she had seen something inconceivable.

"Truman... he is also a part of the Original... the Original Dream..." Lilith shared all the intelligence she had gathered.

"He is trapped in the Western Continent, a trap forged by the tacit agreement of three Pillars, using all the Sefirah as shackles..."