"What is hunting you? Those Polluters?"
Lynn watched him with a frown.
The figure rasped:
"Something more terrifying."
He looked toward the gate, his gaze seeming to pierce the Castle's dense darkness and see the chaotic space-time outside.
"You should already know the truth of this world. The world we live in is an ancient dream of the Sleeper. You can think of the chaos that first appeared as stray thoughts from the source of his subconscious, disordered and without pattern. Orderly beings like us are the occasional traces of coherence born amid his countless tangled thoughts."
He spoke with exhaustion written across his face.
"But as he gradually wakes, this world no longer contains only the simple opposition of chaos and order. Other things are also being born, little by little, within this dream of his as he revives."
"You can think of them as... his nightmares."
Lynn's brow furrowed deeply, and his heart seemed to clench all at once.
"Nightmares?"
The White Hair watched him, holding the armrest of the Throne, and said:
"There isn't a single good thing in his mind. It is as though his very existence serves to unleash his omnipresent malice. And those nightmares represent his thoughts, to a certain extent."
"And once he awakens, not only will our world be annihilated in an instant, but to the world outside, he will also embody disaster itself."
Lynn's heart abruptly sank.
His breathing quickened as he asked:
"Is this information you gained after merging with the Sleeper?"
At that moment, Lynn no longer regarded him as merely a wisp of lingering consciousness.
Instead, he regarded him as the true Violet Great Lord who had taken possession of the Sleeper.
The man raised his head, gazed upward, and said:
"You could say that."
He remained silent