"Ereshkigal"

The three walked along the road, Bai Mo watched as Tiamat occasionally waved and interacted with the people around her. It has to be said that Tiamat was the least divine of all the gods Bai Mo had ever seen.

Although there was no one else around, Tiamat still seemed like an actor performing without props, appearing both eerie and sorrowful.

"Go that way and you'll see the door. Open the door and you can go out."

Tiamat pointed into the distance and said that the structure of this city was somewhat similar to that of Uruk, with a thick, high outer wall.

The three walked for a while, and Bai Mo and Manaka both felt something was wrong. The city wall was clearly not far away, and according to their estimation, they should have arrived long ago.

But after walking for so long, the distance to the city wall remained unchanged, as if the city wall retreated a step for every step they took.

"Yes, we should be there soon."

Tiamat said this, but her voice was full of doubt.

"This is enough," Bai Mo said to Tiamat, stopping in his tracks. Tiamat was stunned.

"Now that we know the direction, let's walk the rest of the way ourselves."

Bai Mo said this not because he thought Tiamat was troublesome.

This is her dream world. For her, leaving this concept means leaving the illusion of living with the children and facing the bloody reality.

Therefore, Tiamat resists leaving and resists waking up. In other words, as long as she stays with Bai Mo and the others, she will never be able to escape.

"It's alright... I'll see you off a little longer..."

Looking at Tiamat's expression, Bai Mo sighed deeply, looked into her eyes, and said:

"In that case, why don't you come out with us?"

His voice carried a hint of reprimand, yet it struck Tiamat like a thunderbolt.

"Leave? No, no! My children are still here, I..."

Tiamat spoke, but her voice grew softer and softer. Manaka, standing beside her, nudged Bai Mo and whispered:

"Are you serious? This might wake her up, you know?"

"It doesn't matter. She would never harm a human being. After all, as you said, her love for children surpasses everything else."

As Bai Mo said this, he sighed deeply in his heart. If he could, he wouldn't want to leave in this way either.

He extended his hand to Tiamat and said:

Have you thought it through?

Tiamat seemed about to reach out her hand; a glint flashed in her eyes for a moment, then she withdrew her hand.

The Primordial Mother Goddess gave Bai Mo a gentle smile, which also seemed tinged with sadness.

"No, I... I'll just watch from here until you disappear on the horizon, then I'll go back."

Tiamat withdrew her hand, ruffled Manaka's hair, and said with some concern:

"Manaka, stop playing with those 'bad monsters' and stop throwing tantrums. Don't really become a bad child, okay?"

She turned to Bai Mo and said slowly, "Thank you for coming to see me. You're a good child. But don't push yourself too hard. Don't hurt yourself again. If you're tired... make sure you get some rest."

She stood there like a mother who had just seen her child off, her emerald-red eyes fixed on the two of them.

This feeling is unpleasant, like a wanderer away from home, hiding from their mother's gaze.

No amount of luggage can compare to the weight of this gaze.

Let's go.

Without turning around, Bai Mo grabbed Manaka's forearm, and their speed increased dramatically.

As the city walls drew closer, Manaka, standing nearby, asked with some confusion:

How do you know she'll choose to stay?

Bai Mo sighed deeply and replied:

"Her mind is already very confused. She knows very well that if she leaves here now, she will definitely hurt the outside world and her own child."

Even I can feel the seal she's placed on herself; that's why she'll never allow herself to leave.

This is the true brilliance of Mery's illusion: by leveraging Tiamat's love for the child, she makes Tiamat willingly immerse herself in the illusion.

Even if I wake up briefly, I'll force myself to fall back asleep.

Sleep only becomes death when Gorgon dies, at which point dreams naturally dissipate.

On that day, Tiamat only by instinct, will awaken, for the false love that sustained her rationality will have vanished.

"What if she really does get over it?"

"Then we can only try to weaken her to the point where she poses no threat to humanity."

The two arrived at the top of the city wall, and the moment they looked out of the city, they opened their eyes.

Bai Mo withdrew from Tiamat's flesh and blood, and closed his eyes. In Tiamat's dream, he had already seen the outside world, and now he could sense the space outside the prison.

Manaka opened her arms to him, like a girl wanting a hug, even though she could easily leave.

Bai Mo quickly grabbed her by the back of her collar and led her out. Manaka looked like a little girl about to throw a tantrum.

"Although we can sense the outside world now, do you have coordinates? If we keep doing this, we'll just randomly end up somewhere in the Sea of Imaginary Numbers."

If you're unlucky, you might run into something troublesome, after all, there are quite a few special "gods" watching over the Sea of Imaginary Numbers.

Bai Mo waved his hand, indicating that she didn't need to worry.

"I happened to have left a mark before, and I didn't expect to use it so soon."

The Real of the World appeared beside Bai Mo's hand, and the demonic sword, as if it had a life of its own, slashed forward. The sword light, like a full moon, tore through the darkness.

With a clear goal and a clear perception of the world outside the prison, the Real of the World can transcend this space.

On the opposite side of that space, a stone slab floated silently; it was the very slab left behind by Dark Leiao.

"Alright, let's go."

Seeing this, Manaka had no choice but to follow, and the two of them entered the crevice.

After the two left, the crack slowly closed.

Below, a woman slowly emerged from the flesh and blood; upon closer inspection, she was strikingly similar to Tiamat from the dream.

She watched them leave, just as described in the dream, watching them until they disappeared.

Then she closed her eyes and fell asleep again.

After leaving, Bai Mo immediately extended his right hand, and a red light emanated from the three-stroke Command Spell on his right hand.

Manaka placed the object in Bai Mo's hand and said, "Let me help you. I'm better at Magecraft, since it involves Imaginary Number Space transfer, which will probably consume a lot of magic power."

Bai Mo had no doubts, Manaka chuckled inwardly.

The red Command Spell released magical power, which contained an inaudible roar of a beast.

The summoning incorporates the call of a beast, Command Spell ineffective. Manaka thought to herself, "Now the Command Spell will be useless."

Next, after he fails, I'll pretend to have done everything I could to help him break through the spatial barrier, and then take him to a world where no one can find him so we can live together.

Just when Manaka felt that everything was under control, no one noticed that a faint glow was emanating from the stone slab not far away.

"Respond to the Command Spell, come here, Ereshkigal!"

A burst of light appeared, and a figure materialized in this Sea of Imaginary Numbers. Manaka's eyes seemed to tremble as if an earthquake had struck.

At the same time, she felt her magic power draining away like water from a burst dam.

How could it work? Wasn't it incorporating a beast element? How could it possibly summon one?

Isn't Ereshkigal the goddess of the Underworld? What does she have to do with beasts?

Bai Mo was also somewhat confused. He saw a huge and powerful torrent of blue-purple power surging before him. He used all his strength, 510,000 units of power, to break through this power and protect Manaka behind him.

"Ereshkigal" appeared there, her eyes closed as if she were asleep.

That appearance was indeed the same as Ereshkigal that Bai Mo had seen, but she looked like her sister. Although she was asleep, her temperament and power were completely different from Ereshkigal's, exuding an ancient aura.

Her long, deep blue hair cascaded down her back, and her black and white dress, resembling the Starry Night, shone brightly in this Sea of Imaginary Numbers.