"Dream Lord is indeed quite powerful, but He has only just ascended to godhood and lacks experience fighting Hour-Gods of the same rank..."
The black-haired gentleman in the hat shook his head and raised a hand. The white dove perched on his brim fluttered down, obediently landing on his index finger.
Then He added:
"The three of us have stood in Tuoyalan of the Divine Homeland for countless years. How could we possibly be defeated by a newly ascended Hour-God... He is far too arrogant."
The woman with her hair coiled up and a pipe in hand smiled seductively. "Hour-Gods are embodiments of human emotions. That was Gilan Iros's nature before He ascended, and it will only have become worse afterward... Fortunately, He was reckless enough to come to us alone. Otherwise, we would not have found an opportunity to deal with Him."
As she spoke, Cynthia swayed her hips and approached gracefully, glancing sideways at the portrait in Miss Elegy's hands.
"Let me see whether Futis's painting skills have declined."
Yet her expression soon froze.
Both Duvy and Futis noticed Lady Ya's reaction and quickly followed her gaze toward the oil painting, only for their expressions to change in unison.
On the painting—
Other than boundless gray mist, there was nothing at all!
Dream Lord Gilan Iros, the Leap-Month Hour-God whom the three had jointly sealed, had vanished!
The Three Art Hour-Gods all knew very well that there was only one circumstance under which someone could break free from their Divine Painting Cage... the sealed target had died.
But none of them had acted. How had Gilan died? It could not have been suicide!
The next instant—
The three abruptly looked up toward the front.
A mass of black-and-white light emerged. Strips of dark brown, nearly black film spilled