After discovering that they could not leave the dream and had to hold the palace, the Communion quickly established its defensive line.
Although they currently had the help of that unidentified Immortal, who could control the movements of these Lords of Dreams, no one could be certain whether she would leave. After some consideration, Dorothea still had Maeve try fighting at close range.
"Your main task is to draw their attention. Keep these Lords of Dreams from leaving the battlefield or charging over too quickly. Leave killing them to the Believers. Understood?"
Those were Dorothea's instructions to Maeve.
Maeve felt she could barely hold her own against a single Lord of Dreams. She certainly could not withstand this entire crowd.
So Dorothea had given her a fairly conservative assignment, with staying alive as her top priority.
Once the Communion's Believers and Maeve grew accustomed to working together, they would be able to hold out on their own even if the Great Being ordered that Immortal to leave.
After accepting the assignment, Maeve cautiously made her way onto the battlefield.
At first, she did not dare get too close, afraid of being surrounded by the Lords of Dreams or hit by the Communion's bullets.
But as she gradually grew familiar with these monsters' attack patterns, and the Communion's combat specialists arrived, Maeve felt considerably less pressure.
She gathered her courage and moved a little closer.
What truly changed everything, however, was taking a hit from a Lord of Dreams.
In a moment of carelessness, she took a vicious blow from a Lord of Dreams' enormous tentacle.
Then Maeve froze in place, her eyes wide.
"That's it?"
In all fairness, the massive Lords of Dreams possessed truly terrifying strength. But Maeve already excelled at head-on combat, with tremendous endurance and recovery, and