He looked around.
It was like an icy, deep pool.
In an instant.
Countless nightmares swept toward him.
Lynn slashed with his blade, burning all those pitch-black phantoms to nothing.
But in a single instant, those nightmares twisted into shape again.
This time, what appeared before him were countless powerful figures who had once existed throughout history. They all took shape in grotesquely twisted forms, coldly intent on cutting Lynn down.
Lynn gritted his teeth.
The Scabbard in his hand swung relentlessly amid the clanging of chains.
He tore those twisted nightmares apart and annihilated them in swaths, but in moments, countless grotesque forms emerged again, intent on dragging him into that icy mire.
This was the great dream of that being!
And in a sense, all the powerful figures born within this dream were merely its unconscious manifestations. They had all left their marks within this Dream World, and now those fragmented shadows had become real, intent on dragging him into this terrifying, pitch-black abyss.
This was not a direct attack from that calamity!
Lynn immediately realized that everything happening was merely a countermeasure triggered by his setting foot within the bounds of that calamity.
"Painter!!"
At that moment.
Lynn finally caught sight of that azure figure.
Across the distant divide.
Behind her lay countless bodies she had cut down, dissolving into black mist. Deep within this nightmare, she had carved out a bloody path by sheer force.
"Have you lost your mind?! What exactly are you trying to do?!"
Swinging the Scabbard in his hand, Lynn gritted his teeth and finally caught up with that figure, fighting his way to her side.
"What are you..."
But at that moment, he could say no more.
Following the Painter's distant gaze, he saw the figure hidden at the far end