"Monster, what are you planning to do to my soul?"
"Fuse with me! Offer your soul to the great Nightmare Race!"
"Father, why does our Nightmare Race have to assimilate foreign souls through fusion and symbiosis? Wouldn't it be better to devour them directly? Assimilation could still result in a backlash."
"Child, this is connected to something that happened long ago. Before our homeland mutated, our Nightmare Race was still known as the Dreamshadow Race. But ever since the entire world began to decay, our homeland underwent strange changes and was no longer suitable for our survival. We had no choice but to leave it. Without our homeland's sanctuary and empowerment, our strength declined drastically. We could no longer devour an entire soul intact, and our way of surviving consequently underwent tremendous changes!"
"I see..."
"I... what exactly am I?"
"I am Karl Baffis. No... no, that's wrong... I am... I am Xiustra, a genius of the Nightmare Race..."
"Xiustra, go attack that Wizard. Use our race's secret treasure. As long as you can inflict severe damage on that Fourth-Level Wizard and create a gap in his soul, it will be our Nightmare Race's chance to rise again!"
"Patriarch, for the sake of our Nightmare Race's resurgence, I will definitely complete this task!"
The two sets of memories interwove back and forth. The scenes within them blurred and fell apart as the memories struggled ceaselessly. In the end, Karl Bafite's memories vanished completely.
Whoosh!
Green looked at Karl Bafite's body and sighed softly.
The information read from the memories had already allowed Green to learn the whole story.
During the Ancient Era, the Wizarding World's environment underwent tremendous changes. The Wizards were affected, but so was the Dreamshadow Race.
Ever since the Medieval Era, the Gray