Rumble-
The entire dream collapsed with a thunderous roar, and the phantom of the world of order behind him finally dissolved into bubbles the moment he burst out.
Ahead lay nothing but endless nothingness.
An unprecedentedly vast power of chaos surged there, like a boundless black sea stretching across his path.
Lynn gradually began to lose the strength to resist.
Black corruption had already crept over his skin, and the blood-red flames flickered like duckweed tossed in a gale.
And within that nothingness.
Countless twisted anomalies began to gather once more.
They seemed to be phantoms of older, more unreachable horrors, some of them creatures Lynn had never even seen in this Dream World. But without exception, they were all dead. Only the silhouettes of their final moments had been preserved by the thunderously chaotic dream.
Kill!
Nothing but killing!
Lynn fought with everything he had. Blood had soaked his eyes, and all he could do was keep forcing his way forward in hysterical frenzy.
At times, Lynn even felt despair.
Because even all of this.
Was merely a stray thought drifting chaotically within that calamity.
And what he faced now was not even the fully awakened Lord of the End, but merely the Sleeper-the vessel he had retained within this great dream before awakening.
As for his true self.
How despairingly powerful would he be?
"We're there. We're almost there."
The girl's quiet voice reached him again.
And Lynn was almost completely spent.
At last.
At the end of the dark path he had carved out, he could no longer hold himself up and collapsed.
The flames on his body had dwindled to little more than lingering embers. Even the replenishment provided by the dream could no longer come close to keeping up with this ceaseless, excessive drain.
With