"Lilith?! A fool!" Giant King Aurmir's voice thundered, shaking the palaces of the Giant King's Court.
"This time, I'll kill both the Demonic Wolf and Lilith!"
Aurmir's single eye blazed with the frenzied, violent light of twilight, a force that could wither void, life, and even gods.
He had once allied with Lilith and the Elf King to oppose ancient gods like the Dragon and Demonic Wolf, but no ally could compare to his queen.
Killing Lilith would allow Giant Queen Omebella to consume her!
"After devouring the Demonic Wolf, the Dragon, Elves, and Mutants will bow to me! Then I'll find a chance to eat that bird!" Aurmir's vision was grand.
But his madness seemed excessive. His subordinate gods were in a better state.
God of Dawn Badheil, Goddess of Harvest Omebella, and God of Glory Bladel, these three giants weren't primordial, their characteristics relatively pure, allowing them to remain lucid.
"Father, the Golden Kingdom is under attack!" Badheil reported in a booming voice.
"Go deal with them!" Aurmir, focused on the Demonic Wolf and plotting against Lilith, was nearly out of wits and ordered Badheil to suppress the assault.
"Yes!" Badheil, wielding a two-handed greatsword, strode out of the Giant King's Court, leading a formidable giant army toward the Golden City.
…
"You became the Angel of Dreams under the Lord?" Medici's expression was vivid.
His loyalty to the Ancient Sun God was unquestionable, proven by his life in later eras.
But this Dream Angel title came too strangely…
Medici shook his head. In other times, he'd have mocked, but this was wartime—he targeted foes, not allies.
Soon, Truman and Medici arrived outside the Golden Kingdom.
Close to the Giant King's Court, it was guarded by giants, with other ancient gods' forces occasionally probing nearby.
Medici was here to intercept those forces, stirring the situation into greater chaos.
"Here! A lone dragon!" Medici's eyes lit up, his legion springing into action, an invisible force bolstering him.
Medici, a Sequence 2 Weather Warlock of the Hunter pathway, led a meticulously trained Hunter legion from the Sun God's kingdom, including several saints!
On a mystical level, Medici and his legion merged, their power surging as they locked onto the dragon descending from the sky.
The dragon roared, its massive black-and-gold body flickering in the clouds.
Resembling a giant lizard with broad, leathery wings, its smallest scales were head-sized, and its ferocious head bore two dark-golden eyes.
"Roar!" The dragon growled, sensing danger and bracing itself.
"Winged bug!" Medici taunted, firmly drawing the dragon's aggression.
The dragon glared coldly, but then roared as a terrifying torrent of information overwhelmed everything, the world collapsing!
A dream!
When the dragon's gaze fell, Medici and his legion were pulled into a dream.
Truman, however, was immune to dream attacks, his divine badge ensuring absolute clarity.
Using the Robe of the Sage, he transformed into a chaotic information flow, tearing the dream apart.
"A dragon mixed with Reader and Spectator characteristics, barely holding onto sanity under the Dragon of Imagination's soothing treatment."
Information flashed in Truman's eyes as he tried to analyze the dragon.
In reality, the dragon sensed danger, flapping its wings to unleash countless spells—gales, lightning, frost, shadows—crashing toward Medici's legion.
Simultaneously, psychic forces spread, the dragon aiming to dive into the Collective Unconscious Sea for combat!
But the hem of Truman's Robe of the Sage fluttered. "Mystical reappearance, Peach Blossom Spring!"
A cascade of peach blossoms, formed entirely of information, fell, creating a breathtaking scene. The Peach Blossom Spring's primary trait was isolation!
The dragon could no longer leap into the Collective Conscious Sea.
Its head snapped toward Truman, a strange power stirring.
For a moment, Truman felt the discomfort of secrets being probed.
"Want to look? Then look!" Truman snorted, raising the Book of Dreams before him.
Roar!
The dragon's body and mental sea plunged into chaos, uncontrollable, crashing from the sky, cutting off its probing gaze.
Yet this pathway excelled at mental soothing. The next moment, the dragon's wings flapped, stabilizing itself, but it dared not use "Insight" on Truman again.
That glimpse, though not of the true essence, had nearly driven it to lose control and explode!
"That's it?" Medici scoffed, charging and swinging his greatsword. Countless cyan-white flames formed spears, piercing through all spells.
Thick leaden clouds gathered abruptly. Medici's sword slashed, becoming a blade of light, the clouds erupting with terrifying lightning, flames, frost, and gales!
Roar!
The dragon roared, and Medici froze, a virtual personality seeming to form within him, vying for control.
Then, a terrifying dragon breath engulfed Medici.
"Calling you dumb, and you still deny it?" A mocking voice rang from the dragon's back. Under a shadowy veil's protection, Medici emerged from nothingness, slashing down, thunder blazing, striking the dragon's body.
Crack!
A wing fell, smashing into the ground.
The dragon roared in pain, crashing into the Peach Blossom Spring's barrier.
Insight! A Sequence 3 Reader pathway ability, said to discern world rules, manipulating reality.
The dragon seized a fleeting gap in the Peach Blossom Spring, aiming to leap into the Collective Conscious Sea again.
The Collective Conscious Sea was a haven for Spectator pathway angels, nearly impossible for others to extract them from.
Medici swung again, severing the dragon's second wing.
Desperate to flee, the dragon's prophetic abilities warned it—stay, and it would die!
"Dragon Breath!" Truman pointed, unleashing a psychic dragon breath targeting the dragon's mind, striking its head.
The Glove of the Ancient, at the Traveler level, "reproduced" the dragon's earlier psychic breath against Medici.
The dragon's already fragile mind nearly shattered, frantically charging toward the Peach Blossom Spring's exit.
Boom!
The barrier broke, and the dragon leaped into the Collective Conscious Sea.
As it prepared to escape via the Collective Conscious, it froze, its frenzied eyes dulling.
Even its "Insight" pointed to an open book radiating phosphorescent dreamlight.
Dreamlike power surged, crafting a half-real, half-false dream.
From the start, escape was just a sweet dream.
(End of Chapter)