The Watchful Elder dared not neglect his master's orders in the slightest.
After respectfully paying his respects, the Watchful Elder said quietly, "The plan to recover Unity's divine authority isn't going smoothly."
"With the Mist Sage's help, our target has already matured ahead of schedule and is now working against us."
"With our current manpower and strength, we can't bring overwhelming force to bear against him."
Upon hearing this, the child immediately released a mass of twisted, hideous monsters and indescribable entities.
Once these things entered the Watchful Elder's consciousness, they transformed into a stream of thoughts.
"I will grant you more power. You must obtain Unity's divine authority."
"If you still fail to satisfy me when you next report, then die."
The Dreamwalker spoke bluntly, without any evasions or roundabout phrasing.
As long as you could get things done, you could have as much power as you wanted.
But if you accepted that power without doing the work, only death awaited you.
At present, the Dreamwalker did not directly control the many mortals who worshipped the deity.
Ordinary humans simply could not withstand the Dreamwalker's power directly.
Instead, all that power was distributed through the Watchful Elder.
Over the years, the Watchful Elder had performed quite well as the Dreamwalker's servant.
Although his progress had been less than satisfactory lately.
The Dreamwalker felt neither displeasure nor anger about it.
The Dreamwalker possessed nothing resembling human emotions.
Everything the deity displayed now was closer to instinct.
Hearing this, the Watchful Elder immediately nodded repeatedly in acknowledgment.
His master was an almost mindless being, as blunt and savage as a child.
Yet the Watchful Elder dared not harbor any dissatisfaction or disloyalty toward his master.
For the Watchful Elder knew very well that, in this universe...
His master had no need