Dream Layer.
The dark and silent silhouette of the Dark Sun clearly emerged in the sky of the Dream Layer.
A halo of blood-red light entwined around the contour of the Dark Sun, and then like a waterfall of blood, it drenched the entire desolate and dilapidated wilderness of the dream.
Upon the wasteland, a solitary and dilapidated cottage stood aloof.
Bishop Martha Clark surveyed the surrounding scene, focusing on the lone dream cottage.
"Squeak!"
The door of the dream cottage opened, revealing Tuck's silhouette.
"Bervis Twain has already told me about the matters of the underground."
"This time, you exiled a powerful Sixth Rank member of the Blood Race, well done!"
The tone of Bishop Martha Clark was smooth and calm, her face bearing a warm and holy smile.
Originally, Tuck wanted to say, "Actually, I was only forced to kill in self-defense."
But seeing that warm and holy smile on Martha Clark's face,
he thought about it and responded amicably,
"It is what I should do."
