Breaking Through the Dream 3

The light gradually faded.

All around them lay a devastated "void."

The original dreamscape's structure had been almost completely destroyed. Only the most basic, ever-shifting streams of abstract information still flowed slowly, like barren scorched earth after a war.

"Cha!"

Committed to seeing his act through, Ian made Diga's enormous body sway slightly. The light of the energy core on his chest dimmed somewhat, and its flashing slowed.

Maintaining such an intense battle and that final ultimate attack had indeed taken quite a toll on this "creation of imagination" of his, though for now, it was only thirty percent real and seventy percent fake.

"Ian Diga Ultraman saved humanity again, yay!"

Ian slowly lowered his head and looked at his still-clenched left hand.

Curled up in his palm was Lina. Her little face was deathly pale, clearly deeply shaken by the world-ending battle just now. Yet beyond the fear in her eyes was more of the dazed confusion of a survivor—and... an indescribably complicated emotion toward the Giant of Light before her.

"Who exactly are you?"

Lina completely failed to understand Ian's situation.

"I'm just a passing Super Ultraman." Diga carefully opened his palm and gently set Lina down on a relatively "stable" piece of dreamscape debris.

With his movement—

The fifty-meter-tall giant body began to emit a soft glow, rapidly shrinking and fading.

A few seconds later, the light fully receded, turning back into the black-robed youth with the cold, strikingly handsome face—Ian Prince. His complexion was somewhat paler than before, and his breathing was slightly hurried, but his eyes remained clear and calm.

"Don't celebrate yet. Your condition isn't actually very good. Even I'll have to put some thought into it." Ian walked over to Lina, crouched down, and carefully examined her condition.

The mutated traits on Lina's