Boom-
Boom-
Lynn was nearly crazed, relentlessly shattering the false illusions before him.
"Lynn!!"
Aivier's urgent cry rang out at that instant. Her pupils dilated and contracted violently, and Lynn's world-shattering fist was now mere centimeters from her face.
Lynn stopped.
The city formed entirely of psionics had vanished, replaced by the terrifying crater left by Lynn's all-out assault.
He panted heavily.
Only at that moment was he certain.
He had returned to reality.
And he had almost done that to Aivier...
"You can't beat her like this! Do you understand? People in our world call her the Myriad-Form Witch. If you fall for her tricks, she can toy with you to death using psionics and illusory realms! Even as you die, you won't know whether you're still trapped in a dream!"
Blood Core's savage voice rang out in his mind.
He had been calling out to Lynn for a long time, but it hadn't done any good.
Lynn whipped his head around, his gaze piercing.
Far away in the sky, the woman in the red dress sat suspended in midair, smiling as though she were watching an entertaining play.
"Lynn, you can't even defeat me. What makes you think you can deal with the Lord of the End?"
Her tone was still so breezy and unconcerned.
So effortless that it sent chills down one's spine.
Lynn faced her expressionlessly, gripping the Trident tightly. At last, he said:
"So, have you had enough fun?"
Dreamweaver looked at him with a smile and said:
"Of course not. It took quite some effort to get you to come looking for me. If you keep failing to meet my expectations, I can keep playing with you forever."
Lynn finally understood.
He raised his head and looked at the woman.
"So you're here to