Using the eyes of the clan members drowning in the dreamscape, after locating the Three Pillar Gods invading his mind, the unimaginably immense will of the Dream Resting Master immediately squeezed into the abyss of dreams where the Three Pillar Gods resided.
With the arrival of the true master of the dream abyss, the world that was previously somewhat empty and ethereal suddenly became solid and overflowing.
At this moment, not only was Turtledove powerless, the other two Pillar Gods were equally unable to move, only feeling as if countless small and soft hands laden with sticky and slippery liquid were caressing every inch of their skin.
Then, slowly infiltrating through mouth, nostrils, ear holes, eye sockets... even every pore, following the texture of flesh and nerves, intricately playing with their innards, eventually lightly tapping on their nearly ceased hearts.
"Surprisingly, pretty good."
