"So you've realized this is a dream, not surprising for Mr. Wright."
The old man bowed: "Allow me to introduce myself, I am Marko Nolan, a simple guide in Dreamland."
Lette chuckled softly, with fierceness flashing in his eyes: "I see, an Imaginary Creature, who invited me here?"
"I'm afraid I cannot answer your question, Mr. Wright."
"Then how can I get back?"
"Well... I'm afraid only our great Master of Dreams can answer that."
Lette raised an eyebrow, and a powerful spiritual wave erupted from him, directly knocking Marko away.
Everything in the dream realm that his spiritual power touched began to twist and melt, eventually being reshaped into forms he recognized.
"This Dreamland of yours isn't any better than the Abyss of Nightmare that sealed Lilith back in the day. With this quality, you think you can trap me? Where do you get your confidence?"
Lette condensed his spiritual power into a sharp blade and gently sliced forward, breaking the barrier of Dreamland.
