The battlefield between humans and elves fell silent. Everyone—human and elf alike—looked up at the Mythical Creature Form of the Angel of Dreams.
It was bizarre, unlike any known Mythical Creature Form. It was even less possible to guess the Sequence or Pathway of the Angel of Dreams from it.
The Mythical Creature Form of every Pathway carried intense corruption. An ordinary person would go mad and die after taking just one look.
But the Mythical Creature Form before them didn't give off that feeling. It could be looked at directly.
"Gaze upon the Dreamer, and become a Dream Believer?" A strange smile flickered in Truman's eyes. It was compulsory—more outrageous even than proselytizing on the Sun Pathway.
At the same time, the Demi-god Angels who had gazed directly at the Body of Dreams felt alarm bells go off in their hearts and immediately looked away.
If they kept staring for long enough, their faith would change too.
Truman put away this Mythical Creature Form and returned to human shape. He looked up at the Elf King, who had him locked in its sights and could unleash another Lightning Storm at any moment.
The Elf King probably hadn't expected this turn of events. Even now, while locked in a confrontation with the Ancient Sun God, it still cast its gaze toward Truman.
Under that gaze, full of savagery and a desire for destruction, Truman opened the fourth page of the Book of Dreams in his hand.
It had fully manifested the moment Truman's Body of Dreams took shape, signifying his deeper control over the Book of Dreams.
He had been searching for this for hundreds of years, but had never been able to see it through. It had remained unresolved until now.
Now Truman understood why.
"Manifestations." Truman named the