Ash felt very strange right now.
He walked along the Silver Rainbow Bridge. With every step he took, the bridge erupted with frosty Silver Light, capturing and absorbing the nearby Collections. Countless streams of knowledge flowed along the bridge into his consciousness, but his consciousness was only a relay station. In the end, all that knowledge traveled along the bridge toward the Silver Light at the far, distant end.
Only the authority over the Dream Treasury remained entirely in his consciousness. 1%, 2%, 4%...
By the time Ash had crossed half of the Silver Rainbow Bridge, he felt that he had already obtained 90% of the authority, as though the entire Dream Treasury was about to fall into his hands.
This should have been a result that left Ash overjoyed. He had gotten what he wanted and become the greatest winner of this Angel Hunting, shattering the Demons' plans and giving himself a better chance in the future Hell Trial. Yet instead, he began to panic, running across the Silver Rainbow Bridge almost as if he were flying, as though the apocalypse itself were chasing him from behind.
Because it really was the apocalypse.
Once the Dream Treasury had been fully divided and dismembered by them, this Dream World would naturally be split according to the proportions of authority. The time for competition was over; next came the time for distribution. Ash could clearly feel the world contracting into his consciousness. He was about to accomplish an unprecedented feat and become a sorcerer who had stolen an entire layer of the Void Realm!
But the division of the Dream World also meant the destruction of the Dream Treasury!
Ash saw cracks appearing in the darkness, some white, some gold, some red. Collection bubbles were swept up as though into whirlpools,