Dreamweaver frowned deeply without a word. Clearly, this situation had caught even her off guard.
But Lynn soon learned the answer.
Another voice came from the direction of the immense warship in the distance, dripping with mockery and scorn.
"Dreamwalker, we've been searching for you for two thousand years. Do you truly think you can still toy with us as you did a thousand years ago? Don't make us laugh. His Majesty the God King deciphered your Psionics signature long ago. We were merely waiting for you to show yourself. Still, you really do know how to bide your time. For hundreds of years, you never once appeared in our sights again."
"But this time, there's no escape."
Silence spread.
Dreamweaver's gaze gradually turned icy, unmistakable killing intent surfacing in her eyes.
As she clenched her fists, the Psionics enveloping the entire Violet World behind her surged all at once, erupting into a Psionics storm that swept across the globe.
Yet clearly...
They did not attack immediately. Without question, despite their mocking words, they were far more levelheaded than they sounded.
Because this time, besides the Dreamwalker, they faced two other powerful opponents.
"They came for me."
Dreamweaver's eyes were cold as ice.
"Fine, I slipped up. Curse me out if you want, but before you do, I think we should deal with them first."
"Still, if it's just seven small fry, I think I can handle them."
Mother Tree and the others felt their hearts tighten at her words.
She truly had confidence to spare, calling Deity-level beings small fry.
But given her identity and origins, she indeed had every reason for that confidence. Perhaps the only thing in this world she feared was the arrival of that Calamity.
Lynn did not act rashly. His eyes flickered as he