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"With this he shouldn't be a problem for some-"
CRACK, CRACK…!
"Wha…?!"
CRAAASH!
Before even a couple of seconds could pass, the entire Abyssal Century compact form, shaped like a cube made of black glass, shattered apart.
And Beowulf appeared out of it, of course.
"Phew, last time I took a nap inside, but this time I am not going to get cozy with your shitty spells, demon. Come and fight me with your fists right now! AWOOOOO!"
Beowulf roared, howling loudly and leaping towards Buer's… grimoires!
"I'll take away your little toys… one by one!"
His claws blazed with golden flames! Buer panicked, quickly trying to conjure more magic…
"{Great Ancient Grimoire Magic}: {Dream Ocean}!!!"
SPLAAASH!
Out of nowhere, Beowulf was engulfed in an ocean of pink light, where his dreams intermingled with his thoughts, and where his mind and soul were trapped!
He immediately fell asleep when he got inside this floating, ethereal ocean of dreams, naturally.
