Why was the abundant authority of Dreams so easily displayed here at this moment, and why did it emanate the aura of a Boundary?!
This question should've taken their focus and thoughts, but even this had to be pushed aside momentarily as atop the sandy gold platform of Dreams, they saw a single golden throne rising that one Entity sat atop of, the figure of Ophelia seen to the left of this throne along with the auras of a few other existences they did not know of.
This scene may seem like nothing to others, but to them…they were truly affirming the reality that the one who should have been the Sacrarium Master of the Abecedarian Sacrarium…she was currently standing obediently to the side of another man situated on a throne- a man who dripped of power and regality as he had the same exact devilishly handsome face as the Entity they had just seen rip apart two Aeonic Abyssal Sanctity Leviathans in the Abyss!
