White snow blanketed the ground, and the blizzard swept through the canyon in the frozen earth, stirring up clouds of frost.
Dreamweaver stood in the snow in a red dress, her gaze fixed on Lynn's eyes. At last, she spoke.
"We need a vessel."
"A vessel to seal and suppress Him if we win that final battle, to keep Him-and this girl is the solution I came up with."
Lynn's brows abruptly furrowed, and he said:
"What do you mean?"
Dreamweaver did not answer directly.
She raised her head, letting the lonely flurries strike her face, her hand curling slightly into a fist.
"Haven't you always been curious about the world we live in? About where the Lord of the End came from, and why we call this dream a seal?"
She extended her hand, watching the snowflakes drift into her palm.
She looked up and said:
"But if you truly broke through the boundary and went to our world, you would discover that it is no better than yours. You could even say it has long since become a decaying wasteland on the verge of withering away."
"There are no stars in our sky. The glittering stars you see when you look up in this world, all those worlds with their different civilizations-in our world, they have long since become history that is almost forgotten."
She clenched her fist.
"And all of it was caused by the Lord of the End."
"You could even say that the Main Universe within your dream is the silhouette left behind after He devoured our ancient world, the most primal fragments of that world that He has yet to digest!"
Lynn's brows remained tightly furrowed. He said nothing.
Turmoil surged in her eyes, as though she were recalling that history.
"And to suppress