Hao Ren and Lily cried out in unison, "It's you?!"
The old man was the mysterious elder whom they saw after they witnessed the ancient phantom at the monitoring station!
Back then, the old man had said a lot of puzzling words, but just as Hao Ren and his group were about to inquire further, he vanished into thin air—to think that they would meet the old man again, and in this dimension!
The old man did not look surprised when he saw Hao Ren and his group. He slowly got to his feet, his gaunt figure belying the strength of his body and will. "I saw you coming in my dream. Welcome, fellow guests from afar."
"Your dream?" Hao Ren repeated the old man's words. "What we saw earlier was…"
The old man nodded. "It is the Nightmare Realm. There is no longer a firm boundary between dream and reality, so don't think too hard about it."
"You're the pope?" Calaxus exclaimed. "The pope I know is Auguste VII, but I've never seen you before! Who are you?"
