Everyone knew that the enormous tendril was made of Dream Creatures.
They had watched them gradually merge together.
And the impact of terror when it first appeared had almost made them wonder whether a Great Being's Original Body had descended.
People had seen those Dream Creatures in the Courtyard. They merely played in the water, and even the Nightmares sprawled atop the towers seemed harmless, even willing to help the Believers move supplies.
Over time, people had grown accustomed to these strange fellows. They never spoke, only gazed at you quietly, yet seemed to understand everything.
But no one could sense their strength.
Indeed, none of the individual Dream Creatures were strong. They came in all sorts of bizarre shapes, and some even struggled to walk.
The Nightmares were certainly powerful, but they were docile and seemingly never attacked.
People had simply regarded these Dream Creatures as the Great Being's Retainers. There were occasional rumors of Great Beings keeping monsters in their Abodes, calling them Retainers or Retainer Clans. It was nothing unusual.
Winning the loyalty of Dream Creatures was certainly impressive, but that was all. What High-Rank Supernatural had never fought Dream Creatures in a Dream? Everyone knew how strong they were.
Only now, as they watched that enormous tendril relentlessly lash [Primordial Blood], did they truly realize their strength.
The Believers sang praises, while the Fleet was utterly silent. Phoenix had already begun trembling all over.
Elliot glanced at him. Just as he had said before, the more one knew, the more frightened one became.
Elliot actually very much wanted to ask Phoenix exactly what he knew, but this was clearly not the time.
[Primordial Blood], who had already been provoked by Allen's attacks, was plainly provoked even more this time.
Yet this time, He could not quicken