Breakthrough in the Dream

Compared to imagination...

Who had Ian ever feared?

He turned around and faced the shadow of Cthulhu's will, which was sluggish due to the disrupted core node yet still radiated terrifying malice, preparing to pounce again.

Then, under the utterly unanticipated gazes of Lina, Saruman, and Karg outside, Ian raised his right hand. A vivid expression—an exceedingly rare blend of mischief and absolute confidence—appeared on his face.

"Watch me transform!"

He shouted energetically, then made an extremely standard pose in the empty air with his right hand... a pose full of strength and beauty, as though he were about to grasp something.

Then he raised it high!

Along with that movement...

His "imagination"—his incomparably immense mental power and the will bolstered by Raven's status—crashed into the spatial laws of this dream like a brush creating the world!

Bzzzzz!!!

A dazzling, blinding golden light, pure and warm, erupted from the palm of his raised right hand! The light was so intense, so sacred, so... utterly incompatible with the madness, blasphemy, and clammy chill of the surrounding Cthulhu dreamscape. It was as though a tiny sun had ignited in this dark abyss! The light rapidly condensed, took shape, and became a slender, streamlined object filled with technological and sacred beauty... a silver-white tubular object patterned with gold and purple stripes?

One end of the object rested firmly in Ian's raised right hand.

Ian lowered his head and glanced at the Sparklence in his hand, manifested from pure imagination and identical to the transformation device of a certain tokusatsu hero from his memories. A wild curve touched his lips.

His gaze flashed like lightning, locking onto the shadow of Cthulhu's will before him, which seemed to have "crashed" from the sudden onslaught of terrifying energy and cognitive impact completely opposite to its own