The True Depravitas and Overlord exchanged glances, their eyes heavy with thought. Each was searching the other for an answer, a spark of strategy that could solve the impossible problem before them. But no matter how hard they reached, no simple solution emerged.
Killing the Dream of Madness was out of the question. Even the strongest attack unleashed by Metatron—an Archangel burning his very life force—had only managed to break the monster's right claw. Nothing more. Against that kind of endurance, their combined strength was less than an insect's bite.
Taking the tomb with them was equally impossible. It was not merely a structure; it was embedded into the very essence of the dimension, fused with the Laws of space and time themselves. To uproot it would require power beyond their imagination—power none of them possessed.
