After hearing the Primordial Mechanism's roar of defiance, Winter had lost her usual warmth and patience in the face of the urgent situation.
She reached forward with one hand and spoke in an icy, imperious voice.
"Stop deluding yourself! All your excuses amount to nothing more than your own fear of death!"
"Heaven's mandate has arrived. You have no choice!"
As her cold words fell, countless characters and words spread from Winter's palm in an instant.
These characters and words intertwined, forming an enormous, dreamlike net.
The net engulfed the enormous sphere that was the Primordial Mechanism's true form.
Unwilling to yield, the Primordial Mechanism released countless programs and streams of energy from the enormous sphere in an instant.
These programs instantly seized control of some of the mechanical and technological creations around them, friend and foe alike.
The code even struck directly at the soul, merging the souls of many believers, led by Katherine, into this power.
"You damned outsiders! I would rather embrace the Dreamwalker than let you bastards have your way!"
As those words fell, the innumerable streams of power swiftly converged, then tore an enormous rift in space.
On the other side of the rift were countless tentacles of nightmare power.
Without the slightest hesitation, the Primordial Mechanism charged toward the enormous rift.
Winter snorted coldly at the sight.
Then she swept both hands forward, weaving them rapidly through the air.
In an instant, the newly torn rift was completely stitched shut!
The Primordial Mechanism charged into empty space. Before he could recover, the net transformed into countless chains and bound him firmly at its center.
The Primordial Mechanism roared in disbelief, "How is this possible?"
"How could you possess divine authority capable of completely countering nightmare power? And how could you repair the world barrier