Breaking Through the Dream

Saruman slowly sat back down beside the stone wall, leaning against the cold rock as he looked up at the eternally dim, oppressive sky. Yet the corners of his mouth could not help but rise. Hot tears finally slipped quietly from the eyes of this old man, who had endured a thousand years of hardship and carried such heavy memories and obsessions. He knew.

He was finally certain.

History... had truly been changed.

Lina had survived, and she had been given a new life.

Karg was alive too.

And the source of all this hope, the mysterious Lord Ian Prince, was fighting the final and most perilous battle to end this nightmare once and for all.

The future... was finally no longer that despairing darkness. A faint yet real glimmer of dawn seemed to have pierced through R'lyeh's ancient gloom.

It shone into his heart, frozen for a thousand years. They hurried to recover their strength, waiting for good news from that distant battle that would decide their fate. Within the dream world.

Dark Tiga's dark crimson eyes, like two flames burning in the abyss, coldly stared at the surging mass of "darkness" before him, as though it possessed life. It was not merely darkness, but the chaotic outline formed by the highly concentrated will and dream power of Cthulhu. Merely meeting its gaze sent pure malice and ancient madness crashing into Ian's consciousness like an invisible tide, freezing the soul and shattering reason.

Of course.

Ian, as Dark Tiga, naturally remained unmoved.

The dark power coursing through his body came from the corruption transformed from Lina. It already bore a trace of Cthulhu's "mark," yet rather than being assimilated, it became even more condensed and aggressive under Ian's absolute control and the harmonization of Raven's power!

It even faintly