Elliot vaguely felt that something was wrong.
A dream was not some dungeon instance that only started spawning things after he entered.
This was a world that had always existed. People like them who came to explore dreams were merely visitors.
So why had the Lord of Dreams tried to squeeze into this dream shortly after he entered, both times?
At this rate, Elsa's dream should have been crawling with Lords of Dreams long ago.
Yet everything was normal whenever he arrived. Only after he had been there a short while did these Lords of Dreams follow him in.
"Is there something about me that attracts them? Or is something wrong with Elsa?"
Since the Dream World had been relatively dangerous lately, Elliot had forbidden the Believers from entering.
So he really had no idea what other dreams were like.
Watching the enormous monster slowly squeezing its way into this dream, Elliot sighed.
He had more or less figured out the general forms these Lords of Dreams took.
Most were enormous creatures. The smaller ones were only a little taller than elephants, about one story high, while the larger ones could reach three or four stories.
Their appearances often varied, but most had long tentacles, which they also used to attack.
And each time, a long rift would open in the dream, and these monsters would laboriously squeeze through.
Elliot stood where he was for a while. Once the Lord of Dreams was about halfway through, he left the dream and entered again, cutting the Lord of Dreams cleanly in two.
"Come to think of it, if the Dream World exists independently, why can I close these rifts by leaving and coming back?"
In that respect, the Dream World actually felt rather like a game instance, something he could refresh