Fourth Dimension, projection on the Moon's far side.
Long lies on a pile of shattered glowing fragments, deeply asleep.
Suddenly.
An ominous chill surges up.
Long abruptly opens its eyes, looking towards the void.
There resides the Heart Domain of a certain tribe.
The Dream Clan.
In the Time-Space River, it has seen the history of this race.
A tribe that once produced a transcendent being.
Unfortunately, back then, the king of this tribe, to break through the Seventh Rank, recklessly charged into the inner realms of the Blood Moon Relics to hunt, ultimately dragging the entire race down to become nourishment for the Blood Moon Relics.
Now, those Dream Clan are merely a few distant remnants of the past.
Long previously ignored them, simply waiting for them to transcend.
Only in the Transcendence Realm can rule power be nurtured and its foundation enhanced.
Otherwise, it's just satisfying a craving, a mere indulgence.
