By means of external interference, the deafening thunder pried open a tiny crack in the will of the evil god's avatar. After all, evil gods feared lightning most, and only then was there the slightest chance.
After planting the dream seed, Dole paid it little further mind. Sooner or later, this thing would become one of his own—perhaps it might even become his evil god avatar.
Of course, the odds of that were slim. The moment he released it from the small space and it reconnected with the evil god beyond the domain, he would have no chance to use it. The dream seed hidden within the evil god's dream would be found, and following the vine to its root, they would trace it back to him.
Dole could wrestle with an avatar descended by an evil god, but to truly contend with an evil god was simply courting death.
According to the intelligence they currently possessed, true gods possessed all manner of inconceivable abilities. One must never recklessly speculate about them or rashly oppose them, or one might die without even knowing how.
Once Dole's avatar stopped, his other avatars were able to move again. His main body, far away in the imperial capital, emerged once more and began studying Void coordinates and the Void world with Vasili and the others.
However, the moment Dole arrived at the laboratory, both he and Vasili shuddered inwardly. Shallow Moon Patriarch had sent word that something was happening.
Standing at the laboratory entrance, Dole exchanged a glance with Vasili, and his heart trembled. It was here.
The Light Empire's final resistance.
After giving Magic Old Man and Usbur their instructions, the two left the laboratory together and flew toward the imperial capital.
At that moment, an enormous wizard tower stood silently in