The sacrifice was complete, and death's soul nightmare vanished into the air.
The Dream Realm gradually returned to normal with white fog spreading and the night sky looming, the only two stars shining brightly.
The disturbance caused by the sacrifice was no longer visible, but Rod keenly felt something different—a strange sense of oppression in his soul, as if some terrifying entity was approaching him.
He felt as if he had fallen into a dark wasteland, with countless eyes spying on him from the shadows, chilling to the bone, like needles in his back.
Rod clearly knew that the war with the Black Fog had begun.
If previously the Dream Realm had only been sneaking shots, it was now openly firing cannons.
The Book of Knowledge stared at the face of the Obelisk, its pages fluttering anxiously, with chaotic text jumping across the pages.
"No, no, no… don't let the terrifying ones come, not the Great Demons either…"
