Sensing that fear, [Nightmare] couldn't help laughing. It kept Ye Buyu firmly restrained as it rapidly recovered its strength, looking toward Little Whale.
"What, afraid to appear in your true body because you might destroy this world? I just love that gentleness of yours."
It was precisely that gentleness that gave it the chance to recover its vitality without restraint.
When [Dream of Notes] had engulfed it, it could only leave its last trace of consciousness in the Fate Fragments, gambling on a chance to survive.
It hadn't expected the Salvation Hall of Fame to actually keep the fragments. Not only had they kept them, but they had even handed them to someone at the sixth tier. Wasn't this an opportunity that came once in a thousand years?
Fate really did favor it, not only giving it a chance at rebirth but also placing it before the delicacy that was the Present World. Every dream of those Calamity hordes tasted unbearably astringent.
They were either filled with despair or debauchery, or else sickening desires and schemes. They were nothing like the Present World, where warm, sweet dreams could still exist.
Being able to return here really was thrilling.
[Nightmare] coiled around Ye Buyu like a snake, sticking out its long tongue as though it wanted to taste her.
The instant Ye Buyu sensed that it really meant to lick her, she flew into a rage, wishing she could slap it away.
And so a slapping hand appeared.
Some of the red mist stopped, as though it had received another command, and gleefully stabbed its owner in the back. It formed a hand that descended from above, slapping the tongue-wagging [Nightmare] into mist.
"Get the hell away from me!"
Her almost shrill voice rang out alongside the hands that kept slapping