807. The Call

Riiip!

A tentacle curled up and scratched at Dami's face.

He smiled. "Mentor, you're far too shallow... So-called 'beauty' and 'ugliness' are merely human definitions. Once you cast aside those limitations, you'll see the true world!"

"Human body modification?"

Iliya looked at Dami and suddenly smiled. "I'm a little interested. You can stay..."

As she spoke, magic runes appeared one after another in the air.

"She can even control her own dream?"

Samo let out a startled cry.

"Magic power... is omnipotent!"

With Iliya's calm words, countless magical symbols formed chains that tightly bound the three of them.

"Iliya... you really kept a lot from us."

A chill ran through Dami's heart.

But they were no longer truly "human."

Even as chains pierced through their bodies and flesh flew everywhere, they healed at astonishing speed.

Their forms even dissolved into wisps of mist, attempting to escape the range of the "Chains of Magic Power."

"The true power gained by a sixth-rank Magus is... control!"

Iliya's calm voice rang out. "Control over the most minute traces of magic power, control over every part of oneself... even dreams! You... cannot escape!"

As she spoke, Dami and the other two reappeared within the mist.

Terror filled their faces before their expressions abruptly hardened with resolve. In the Womeng Language, they shouted that name: "Montichi!"

"Montichi!"

"Montichi!"

Riiip!

Dark clouds gathered across the sky, answering the call of that honored name.

Thick tentacles stretched directly out from the clouds. Like a colossal octopus, they sought to overturn the floating city.

Within the dream, the "floating city" represented Iliya's personal domain. This was a powerful external force attempting to corrupt her mind.

"This... what a magnificent existence... It far surpasses the realm of the sixth rank!"

A brilliant light flashed in Iliya's eyes. "Seventh rank...