It was silent.
Even the Impulse Waves became nonexistent once the 2nd Primal Sovereign's wound healed more.
The dream world was still, the lifeless organisms inhabiting it frozen in time.
The function of this place was weakening, because it's entire purpose was to contain the destructive energy of the Saint Emperor's mana and expel it in waves.
Damien quietly injected Void Mana into the creature's body.
At this point, he'd been doing this for hours.
The prior conversation came to an end after roughly 30 minutes, and Damien hadn't spoken a word since.
He had to take time for himself right now.
Dreams and reality, just why did they have to be so different?
Dreams could reflect reality. They could create imaginative depictions of one's desires based on reality, an ephemeral reflection of the World of Dreams.
Yet, reality didn't easily accommodate one's dreams.
The Severed World's existence was magical for a reason.
