The bright moon hung low; it was already time for their meeting.
Lance quietly opened his room’s window.
To avoid making a sound, he even released a small-scale wind field to carry himself out.
Takin Village was silent.
The earlier banquet had ended, and only two or three patrolling Takins still wandered through the village.
Lance stealthily made his way to the Saint Envoy’s window.
He tapped twice and hid, waiting for the Elf to come out and join him.
At that moment, a patrolling Takin in the distance stiffened and fell straight down with a dull thud.
The two nearby patrollers immediately grew alert and strode toward their companion.
Lance was startled. He crouched low, carefully observing the movement.
Two more thuds followed as the other two running patrollers suddenly collapsed, unable to get back up.
Lance was terrified. Realizing there was no movement inside the room, a bad premonition surfaced in his mind.
Abandoning his stealth, he drew his longsword and forcibly broke through the window’s frame, flipping into the room.
Upon entering, he found the Elf standing by the bedding, facing the window with a hollow expression.
One hand was pulling at her collar as if she had been adjusting her clothes.
‘What… what’s going on?!’
“Watch your right!”
The Witch’s voice, silent for a long time, suddenly rang out in his mind.
Lance hurriedly looked to his side and saw an ethereal mist gradually taking shape, turning into a giant hand reaching for his helmet!
Lance dodged in a panic, but the illusory palm pursued him relentlessly, instantly accelerating.
Just as Lance was about to be hit, a pale purple shield suddenly appeared.
The moment the illusory hand touched it, the shield burst with blinding light and shattered! The impact threw the giant hand back out of the room.
A muffled groan echoed in his mind; the Witch in his mental world seemed to have been affected.
Saved for the moment, Lance immediately turned to pick up the Elf and flee, but the Witch stopped him.
“There’s no need! Go straight to the Takin Clan House and get the Holy Relic! That will ensure your safety!”
Lance didn’t hesitate. He immediately activated the skill [Charge], slamming through the closed door and rushing toward the Clan House at extreme speed.
“Falia… Master! What was that thing?”
Having just established a connection with Lance, Falia frowned, deeply puzzled.
She murmured softly, “A spirit that can utilize the Dream Law… and it’s just a split soul…”
‘Dream Law? A split soul?’
Lance immediately connected this to the information he had recently learned.
Was the Dream Eater, Logalint, coming to their doorstep? Didn’t the Takins say they had a Holy Relic and that Specters wouldn’t dare approach?!
The sound of the door breaking echoed through the silent night, waking many sleeping Takins.
They rushed out of their homes. Seeing an armored Knight approaching the Clan House, they were furious.
Assuming the outsider was plotting to steal the treasures within, they mobilized their power to intercept Lance.
However, one by one, the charging Takins were struck by the illusory mist and fell face-first onto the ground.
Some didn’t even slow down after falling asleep; their bodies continued forward due to inertia, eventually crashing through nearby houses and fences, causing even more noise.
This commotion woke even more Takins, and lights flickered on inside the Clan House. The Elder on duty must have reacted.
“Hurry up, the dream is spreading!”
In the mental world, Falia’s brow furrowed.
When she had died, she had never heard of anyone actually completing the Dream Law.
Analyzing the dissipating dream, Falia grew excited, her amber eyes brightening.
The fundamental Dream Law here was surprisingly complete, though its power was weak, barely enough to control those at the Elements stage with weak spirituality.
For Falia, this was a brand-new Law! It was completely worth researching!
She commanded, “Lance, capture that soul! Don’t let it escape!”
Lance was confused. ‘My dear Master? Do you know what you’re saying? I’m the one running away right now, aren’t I?’
Lance didn’t know how to respond or if this counted as a direct order.
If he failed to capture the soul… would she punish him?
While his thoughts raced, the doors to the Clan House burst open, and the Takin Grand Elder lunged out.
He held a silver-white bell that emitted a greyish-white light.
One look at the chaos was enough for him to understand.
He immediately rang the silver-white bell.
Ding-ling-ling~ Ding-ling-ling~
Lance’s thoughts vanished, and his mind went blank.
His [Charge] skill stopped, and he froze instantly, feeling a sense of profound peace.
“The Soul Soothing Bell?”
Realizing Lance’s mind was being interfered with, Falia quickly mobilized her mental power, coating the green Soulfire in Lance’s eye sockets with a pale purple protective film. Once the film formed, Lance’s thoughts and senses returned instantly.
“Move, move! Don’t just stand there, it’ll draw suspicion.”
Realizing the situation, Lance turned to look at the illusory mist behind him.
The mist had stopped, and the dissipating vapors were coalescing into a humanoid form.
“The Dream Eater, Logalint?” Lance murmured with forced gravity.
He then turned to the Takin Grand Elder nearby and said irritably, “Did you not say the Dream Eater rarely approaches the village?”
A flash of embarrassment crossed the Grand Elder’s face, but he quickly regained his composure.
What he had said was true, but three months ago… he would have said the Dream Eater never approached the village.
“Do not blame me, Sir. This is not something I could have predicted. Once I drive him away, I will explain everything.”
After speaking, the Grand Elder leaped from the doorway and began a joyful dance around the illusory figure.
He sang in another language, “Don’t come this way~ go that way~ Don’t come this way~~ go that way~~~”
Strangely, upon hearing this odd prayer, the illusory figure actually moved, slowly floating toward the village entrance.
The Grand Elder followed closely, repeating the two lines of the prayer while ringing the bell to soothe the wandering soul.
Lance’s face darkened. He suddenly felt that [Omnipotent Persuader] was perhaps a bit too versatile.
If he didn’t have this skill, he might have thought the prayer was some profound, mysterious incantation capable of commanding the dead!
Seeing the complete Law drifting away, Falia’s first instinct was to tell Lance to stop the Grand Elder, but she suddenly thought of something and asked instead, “Who is the Dream Eater? Why haven’t I heard of him?”
‘Huh? A figure from six or seven hundred years ago, and Master has never heard of him? That shouldn’t be right…’
The existence of the Dream Eater shouldn’t be a secret; even the Elf knew about him.
‘Could it be? Is Master Falia from even earlier than that? Wouldn’t that make her hundreds of years old?’
For some reason, in the mental world, Falia’s temple throbbed.
She had a faint feeling that Lance was being disrespectful…
“What are you thinking?” Falia spoke coldly, instantly snapping Lance out of his thoughts.
Feeling his Soulfire dim by a few degrees, Lance quickly tried to recover.
“The Dream Eater is Logalint’s title. According to the Elf, he was a Demigod-level powerhouse from over 600 years ago… comparable to the Popes of the Three Major Cathedrals…”