Though dreams had always been described as extensions of the will, the will's reach was still limited. He simply could not imagine how that Calamity had manifested such an immense Dream World. In fact, none of them could even say for certain where the boundaries of the current Dream World lay.
Or perhaps this dream had no boundaries at all.
"You still can't escape the limitations of logic."
The figure spoke to him calmly.
"But that isn't your fault, because this was never something a being of Order could accomplish."
"Then what should I do?"
"Wait."
"For what?"
But the figure never answered that question.
Lynn could only guess.
Did reaching the state he spoke of require first becoming a Chaos Being? Becoming an existence like that Calamity?
He did not know.
And even if that truly was the way, how was he supposed to try? Like Painter? Or by subjecting himself to chaotic modifications like those jailers? But if he did that, what would become of his Trinity? Leaving aside the extreme opposition between Trinity and Chaos, even if he could succeed, he simply did not have enough time to keep refining that path.
"Blackfire and dreams."
Lynn's brow furrowed deeply.
"If that's what the right path means, then where do I go from here?"
But he had no more time to consider that question.
Because.
War broke out once again.
In the third year after Painter was devoured, the vast nightmare legion returned once more.
This time, the nightmare army pouring out of Chaos Deep Space was more than ten times larger than before. Along the entire boundary of the Main Universe, terrifying nightmares filled almost every region as far as the eye could see.
And more importantly.
The nightmares they faced this time also seemed to