After hearing Ilis's words, Dreamwalker, who had remained consumed by rage all this time, suddenly fell into a brief, deathly silence.
Instinctively, he refused to accept what Ilis had just said. Yet now, as his power continued to decline and his endless supply of external energy was cut off...
He had no choice but to admit that she had spoken the truth.
The infinite energy and boundless power he had possessed for countless ages had led him to consider all of it a part of himself, something he was entitled to.
Now, deprived of that external energy and with his divine rank falling, he sank into a panic unlike anything he had ever experienced.
He had never felt such terror even when he fought the Open-Heaven Blacksmith.
Even in that battle, which he had lost, he had never been weakened so fundamentally.
* Run!! *
At that moment, a thought he had never had before appeared in Dreamwalker's mind.
The next second, without any hesitation, he turned his enormous, twisted body and charged toward where the rift in the world had been.
He expended a vast amount of his power, compressing himself into a black hole capable of smashing through anything, intending to break through the world's barriers and return to the outside.
But just then, the battered Goddess of Black Cinders let out a venomous shriek.
The vast stores of nightmare power under Dreamwalker's control suddenly began churning violently, like water brought to a boil.
The power he had forcibly suppressed and gathered began to disperse rapidly.
The sphere that had been compressed to its limit, capable of crushing anything, suddenly began coming apart like a pill dissolving beneath a torrent of water.
With his divine rank falling, Dreamwalker no longer stood supreme above all things.
His essence was