"Well, now that you've discovered our true identities, what do you intend to do? Kill us with that Mangekyō Sharingan constructed from our power?"
The monster standing before Shimura Danzō pointed at his right eye and spoke mockingly.
With its identity out in the open, it no longer needed to play that nauseating role.
"Introduce yourselves."
Faced with the deformed monster's words, Shimura Danzō's expression remained unchanged as he spoke in the same cold, low voice.
"Darling, don't you already know?"
Of the other three monsters, the figure with a pair of moth wings on its back also flashed over to Shimura Danzō, reaching out to stroke his cheek as it spoke with a smile.
"Not enough."
Even faced with such behavior, Shimura Danzō made no other move and merely spoke coldly.
"Interesting. It seems you have plans of your own. Then... since we've lived together for so many years, we'll tell you. You've... got it wrong~
Although we bear some resemblance to what you call Fallen Gods, we... aren't those fellows. Strictly speaking, we should be considered your human children, or perhaps... counterparts? And we... are called Nightmares."
The Nightmare that had called Shimura Danzō darling lowered the hand stroking his cheek.
Snap!
With a snap of its fingers, the entire dream space changed. All the dark shadows in the sky began to writhe, while countless purple flowers sprouted from the ground and bloomed as butterflies appeared.
"Ever since ancient humans first developed self-awareness, the negative mental emotions lurking deep within everyone's subconscious-fear, regret, anger, obsession, escapism, and the like-have been gathering continuously.
Eventually, these negative emotions took shape in the dream void between reality and sleep, giving birth to the first Nightmares. Nightmares... are immaterial life-forms that embody bad dreams.
You could also understand us as the collective