The surroundings were deathly silent.
A gentle breeze blew.
But in the very next moment.
Far beyond the countless outlines.
The soft sound of applause suddenly rang out.
The sound was gentle, as though it came from the farthest reaches of an endless dream, its direction impossible to discern. Yet the applause alone made Colossus and Mother Tree's consciousness blur for an instant.
"Why bother?"
The gentle voice spoke.
"This wasn't a measure meant for you. It was the Dreamlike Cottage I gave that child. And yet, you've destroyed my masterpiece as soon as you arrived. That makes me rather unhappy."
The voice seemed to come from every direction.
They couldn't pinpoint its location.
They couldn't find its source.
But in the next moment, as though the woman had been before them all along, a woman in a long red dress sat smiling on a chair in the middle of the road, which had been reduced to an outline. One leg crossed over the other, her chin rested lightly on the back of her hand as she gazed at them with a smile.
The breeze blew. She had appeared like a wraith, bringing with her a terrifying sense of incongruity.
Everyone instantly readied themselves for battle.
Aivier in particular had a gaze as cold as a blade. Her fingers had already closed around her sword's hilt, ready to draw at any moment. What made even her wary was that she hadn't noticed the woman's arrival or sensed the slightest trace of her presence.
This woman was even more terrifying than she had imagined!
Lynn turned his gaze toward her, glanced at her legs, then looked into her eyes and said:
"Dreamwalker."
The woman in the red dress smiled.
"Welcome to the Violet World, Lynn. We finally meet."
Lynn's expression remained