The puppet closed its eyes, and the golden glow emanated from it, merging into the outer layers of the dream realm, adding another layer of protection to the dream realm.
Rod suddenly felt a bit nervous, his heart pounding wildly, blood rushing through his body.
The Book of Knowledge narrated in a calm and reverent tone.
"The dream realm is an unparalleled weapon, an eternal hope, a totem condensed from generations of human souls and lifeblood, a hall that gathers all heroic spirits and a blade against the black fog."
"It was born countless years ago, though I cannot recall its initial and final existence, but the current dream realm is forged from the flesh and soul of countless human strongmen; it is the mortal enemy of the black fog and the sole path to world salvation."
"Its existence is for the purification of all pollution, to shatter darkness, and let the world return to the embrace of light."
"This is also the only duty of the master of the dream realm."
