The Pillar of the Blood Angels!

Dante flew down through the rift with the Bīgong Spear.

Honestly, the sight was breathtaking.

The Blood Angel emerged from the slit of light wearing the Death Mask of Sanguinius and dark-gold armor. His cloak snapped behind him, his golden armor dazzled, and he held a gold-and-red spear angled downward, its tip like a frozen teardrop.

If only he had inherited Sanguinius's wings as well.

The angel came against the light. The angels of judgment descending from heaven in cathedral murals had suddenly come alive and stepped into this chaotic darkness.

But this angel wasn't as arrogant as the ones in the murals.

Dante landed, looked up, and saw Lin En. Relief washed over him, and he let out a breath at once.

"Thank the Emperor! Lord Lin En, you're all right! Thank goodness I finally found you!"

Dante spoke as he strode toward Lin En.

Lin En watched Dante warily.

"Stop! Stay right there." He took half a step back.

Everyone in the previous layers of the illusion had seemed real, but then every last one had tried to cut him down. He was getting a little traumatized.

Better check whether this was really Dante first.

In fact, he already half believed it. Since arriving in this world, he had never seen the real Bīgong Spear.

The spear before him looked genuine, from its sheen and shape to the unmistakable aura of Sanguinius rolling off it.

The illusion could conjure things he had seen, but it couldn't conjure something absent from his memories out of thin air.

Still, it paid to be careful.

Lin En raised a hand to stop Dante from coming any closer. Lightning crackled across his palm, ready to unleash a Dimensional Slash at any moment. "Esteemed Chapter Master Dante, say something that proves you're real."