Breakthrough of the Dream 8

Fire of the Old Ones.

One of Raven's essential traits was plunder.

Even in a dream.

It allowed Ian to plunder real power—yes, it was just that unreasonable. The traits granted by a higher-dimensional life-form were as unsolvable as Cthulhu's corruption, perhaps even more overbearing and unreasonable.

Of course.

Since his own strength was only at the Legendary level, wielding this authority was quite strenuous for Ian. Still, he had ultimately succeeded in activating it and begun plundering. No matter how taxing it was, it did not change the fact that this authority had truly taken effect.

"Come... to me!" Dark Tiga groaned. Maintaining this composite force field while forcibly "capturing" the Fire of the Old Ones consumed far more than he had imagined. Unstable ripples of energy had begun to appear across his dark body.

Yet he clenched his teeth, madness and exhilaration gleaming in his eyes!

"Devour!"

Ian suddenly brought his arms together!

The force-field vortex rapidly contracted, and the tiny spatial-temporal rift snapped shut like a beast trap!

"Pop!"

A soft sound.

That wisp of dark-red Fire of the Old Ones, carrying the essence of an Old One, was successfully and forcibly... "peeled away" from Cthulhu's attack. Then, at the instant the rift closed, it was wrapped in Raven's power and dragged into Dark Tiga's body. More precisely, it was pulled into the Raven imprint—the core of his power, tightly bound to his soul!

"Urghhh!!!"

Indescribable pain instantly swept through Ian's entire body. Though that Fire of the Old Ones was merely a wisp, its essence was too elevated, and the information and will it contained were too ancient and mad. Even wrapped in Raven's power, its impact felt like a red-hot branding iron pressed directly against the deepest part of his soul! His Dark Tiga form