The Dreamscape Collapses

The others watched Enel fight the old man, unable to intervene.

"Why don't we look for Moyun while that old man isn't paying attention?"

Sabo made the suggestion, thinking they might even get a chance to rescue Moyun.

They had no idea what condition Moyun was in now.

"Didn't that old man just say Moyun was in his house?"

Robin frowned as she surveyed the island. Something about it felt wrong to her.

Enel and the old man had already caused such a huge commotion, yet no one else had appeared. Perhaps the old man was the only person living on this island.

Anyone living alone on an isolated island was bound to have some secret no one else knew about.

That was a conclusion Robin had reached through years of exploration.

"True. Let's look around, then."

"All right, but you should all be careful."

In truth, no matter how hard they searched, they would never find that house.

That was because the house existed only in the Dreamscape the old man had created.

"How is this possible? I can't hit you?"

Enel stared at the old man in astonishment. At first, he could chalk it up to the old man dodging, but after so many attempts, why was he still completely unscathed?

"You're still too young, boy!"

The old man had now transformed into a gigantic, pale-purple humanoid figure, with six faint purple wings behind him and a massive golden staff in his hand.

He looked down at Enel as though he were an ant.

"I am the god of this island! What do you think you are? Letting you die in a pleasant dream would be far too good for you!"

The old man grinned viciously and swept his staff toward Enel, sending purple butterflies flying at him.