Restoring the Nation, Massing Troops

With three spells combined, Dole could be said to sweep aside all sixth-level opponents, rivaling a seventh-level wizard.

With the true meaning of lightning added in, Dole could now practically be considered a seventh-level wizard, lacking only deeper comprehension.

Having recently returned, he intended to properly comprehend the power of wind. As it happened, he had also obtained quite a few good things from the empire and was preparing to enter seclusion once more.

Floating in midair, he carefully surveyed his surroundings. In the darkness, the distant town had already fallen largely silent. The fires still burned, but the earlier liveliness was gone.

In the village, some people had already entered their dreams. Bubbles of dreams appeared one after another within Dole's perception.

If he wished, he could invade these people's dreams at any time, alter their dreams, guide their thoughts, even carry out a series of things that would be real in effect within their dreams—extracting information through interrogation, whipping and beating them, leading them astray through temptation, and so on.

That was the terrifying part of the Nightmare Meditation Method.

He turned his head and looked toward the mountains in the north.

At that moment, he sensed a force locking onto him. It was an exceedingly powerful force, seemingly similar to Vasili's and the others', only fiercer and more violent.

An eighth-level being from the North Plains Mountain Range. Dole immediately sensed it. Was it observing him?

Dole did not care. The eighth-level being did not dare emerge, and there was only one eighth-level being at most in the North Plains Mountain Range. If it dared make a move, Wasen Fort's eighth-level wizards would immediately come out.

That force merely swept lightly across him before receding and vanishing.

Dole knew that the eighth-level being of the North Plains