The mountain-sized headless monster raised its giant claw and smashed it down—
BOOM!!!
A heaven-shaking crash rang out.
The entire dim gray world jolted violently.
A shockwave even more terrifying than Final Blast spread out in visible form, stirring up roiling gray mist hundreds of meters high.
The aftershocks rumbled as the ground trembled incessantly.
At this moment—
The three Hour-Gods did not move a single step.
"Lady Ya" remained standing where she was, one arm supported as she smoked her pipe, her expression indifferent.
Behind her—
At some point, a white plaster statue only several meters tall had appeared!
The statue was shaped like a man, dressed in a simple hemp robe with rolled-up sleeves and bare feet. He knelt on one knee in a burden-bearing stance, his features sorrowful and his expression one of grim endurance, as if containing profound suffering.
The muscles in its arms were taut and its veins bulged, every detail lifelike, as though it were a real person.
It...
had actually blocked the strike of that enormous headless monster head-on, bearing its claw upon its shoulders and back!
From afar, it looked like a grain of white rice holding up a furry tower pillar—an utterly incongruous sight.
The three Hour-Gods stood beneath the plaster statue, completely unharmed. Miss Elegy and the White Dove Poet slightly raised their heads, examining the gigantic headless monster.
"This should be a monster called the Tribute Wolf, created by followers of the Moon God during the medieval period of the mortal world for sacrificial rites."
Duvy spoke eloquently.
"It has merely been infinitely enlarged within this dream, becoming this gigantic and absurd form."
"Is this all the Dream Lord can do?"
Cynthia exhaled a plume of smoke, disappointment in her voice.
Just then, Futis gave a soft sound of