On the eastern coast of Pritt, in Tivian.
During the daytime of the Pluto Moon's hour, the moon, which hung high in the sky and should have been concealed by the brilliant sunlight of the scorching sun, slowly revealed its form as the sun's light dimmed.
When that dim moon received the refracted gift of the scorching sun, the dim moon began to fill with the saturated radiance of a full moon.
Under the illumination of the full Pluto Moon, the entire city of Tivian was bathed in its soft, silvery moonlight.
The millions of citizens scattered throughout the city, who had been muttering the names of evil gods in their sleepwalking state, closed their eyes once more under the silver light that seemed to penetrate all obstacles, falling back to the ground to continue their peaceful slumber, entering truly beautiful dreams.
Under the widespread moonlight, within the former cathedral district of North Tivian, now a mere ruin, a long-lasting battle was slowly drawing to a close.
After multiple reversals in the battle, the scales of power between the two sides had once again tipped from one to the other.
When the original dark red storm swept across the entire city, the six-armed, eight-limbed, blade-wielding Spider Servant had gained the upper hand in the battle, forcing the Shadow Girl into passive defense with an even fiercer and more aggressive offensive than before, trying to avoid the deadly blades that brought immense pain.
However, when the first ray of moonlight touched the battlefield, everything changed.
"Die for me!"
"Swish!!"
After Garsena successfully trapped her enemy with a cage of thorns rising from the ground, greatly restricting its agile mobility, she brandished the six blood-dark weapons in her hands, slashing towards the thorn cage with furious hatred, vowing to cut and shatter the entire thorn prison along with the person confined within it.
However, before Garsena's blood-dark blades could even touch the blood-thorn cage, it shattered into countless pieces amidst several sudden flashes of silver light.
Then, a swift shadow darted out from within, sweeping past Garsena, dodging the blades that struck from all directions, and leaving a significant cut on Garsena's body.
As the swift shadow landed, Atchellie's petite figure stood silently with her back to Garsena.
"Ugh… You brat… You dare to wound me…"
Looking at the huge wound on her body, Garsena's already terrifying lips curled into a strange smile.
In this battle, based on the link of damage, the relationship between the masochist and the sadist was already predetermined; no form of pain would manifest on Garsena, the superior sadist.
Previously, Atchellie had only dodged, but now she dared to fight back.
Garsena knew that her opponent would soon pay the price… However, this time, Garsena did not wait for the sounds of Atchellie enduring her pain or the resulting instability that would create an opening.
Instead, when Atchellie turned her head, the cold killing intent revealed in her icy gaze, and the silver light emanating from her pupils, sent a chill down Garsena's spine.
"What…"
As Garsena was surprised, Atchellie's figure suddenly spun around, her longsword in hand transforming into another swift shadow that slashed towards Garsena at high speed.
Garsena hurriedly evaded, but her shadow, which had appeared under the moonlight, was still grazed by Atchellie's attack.
Another large wound burst open on Garsena's neck, and as profuse blood splattered, Garsena's entire body stumbled.
At this moment, Garsena's heart was filled with astonishment; her wide eyes wanted to say something, but she couldn't due to her damaged throat.
What surprised her most at this moment was why Atchellie could now attack her so recklessly without being affected by pain.
Atchellie now seemed unable to be dominated by pain, like a pain-free inanimate construct.
Seeing this, Garsena immediately used the Spider Queen's divinity to forcibly impose the concept of pain upon Atchellie.
However, when Garsena's will, accompanied by the invasion of divinity, touched Atchellie, she suddenly discovered that there was an extremely profound darkness within her body.
That darkness devoured the attached Spider Queen's divinity, completely covering and engulfing it without a trace.
Garsena felt her will also being drawn into that darkness at this moment, as if it were about to be swallowed.
At this moment, Garsena felt a deep, heartfelt fear, a fear she had never experienced even when facing the painful torment personally inflicted by the Spider Queen herself.
If she were swallowed by that darkness, it felt as if nothing would be left… "Ugh!"
This scene terrified Garsena, who quickly severed the link with the devoured divinity.
At this moment, she also understood why pain could no longer affect Atchellie.
The truth was simple: at this moment, Atchellie's body was blessed with the divinity of the Mirror Moon, the divinity from the Queen of the Night Sky, the Mistress of Darkness and Shadows, which had devoured the sensation of pain from Atchellie's own senses.
Atchellie now had no concept of pain; even if Garsena forcibly imposed it, it would be devoured again by the dark divinity within her.
In absolute silence and peace, any form of sensory perception would be meaningless, nonexistent… Garsmore had also perished in the darkness that stripped away all senses.
In that endless darkness, even the most extreme pain created by the Queen of Pain, the most excruciating and bone-chilling sensations in this world, seemed so insignificant… "That… moon bitch!!"
After realizing all this, Garsena, her throat recovered, angrily blurted out, and immediately began to condense a thick blood mist above the battlefield, hoping to obscure the Pluto Moon's radiance in the sky.
On the other side, Atchellie, seeing all this, naturally would not stand idly by.
With a wave of her hand, countless shadow clones of herself immediately split and dispersed from within her shadow.
These shadows, shaped like Atchellie's silhouette, rapidly split and scattered like falling flowers from Atchellie's main shadow without any physical counterpart, moving swiftly across the ground and surrounding Garsena from all directions.
After solving the problem of pain at its root, Atchellie finally began to confidently use clone-type abilities.
Now, without the concept of pain, even if her clones were attacked and pain was transmitted, it would have no effect, so she could now boldly use her clones.
Garsena, facing such a number of clones for the first time, suddenly felt extremely tricky.
Facing the dense onslaught of shadow clones, Garsena, realizing she couldn't complete the blood mist shroud before being subjected to a thousand cuts, immediately reacted.
She gathered and condensed the blood mist that had just begun to take shape above her head, forming sharp blood spikes, which then plunged straight down towards the ground.
Instantly, around Garsena, thousands upon thousands of blood spikes fell like raindrops, piercing densely into the ground.
Atchellie's shadow clones did not have the protection of dark divinity to immunize them from pain like she did.
Therefore, after being struck by the spikes and forcibly imbued with extreme pain, they twisted and continuously vanished and disintegrated into the ground, the constantly falling spikes forming a large crimson forest on the ground.
However, this could not truly hinder Atchellie's offensive.
After one batch of clones was annihilated, Atchellie quickly split into even more shadow clones, rushing towards Garsena from all directions.
These clones, existing as shadows, changed in myriad ways on the ground, either shrinking to a point or stretching into a line, evading the countless blood spikes falling from the sky, bypassing the already formed blood-thorn forest, and swiftly advancing towards Garsena's main body.
Facing such a situation, Garsena clearly understood that the current situation was unfavorable to her, so she began to change her strategy, choosing to retreat immediately.
Garsena began to actively transform her body into blood mist, spreading out to retreat from the battlefield by breaking herself into pieces.
"Ugh…"
However, at this moment, Garsena saw her chest suddenly burst open without warning.
Amidst the gushing blood, several giant, colorless weapons pierced through her chest.
Garsena, who had witnessed a similar scene before, widened her eyes at this sight, then, turning her head, she saw the shadow standing behind her, which should have belonged to her, now materialized and existing in her own colorless, black-and-white form… Her own shadow had once again been puppeted by Atchellie and rebelled.
And this time, Garsena had no pain transmission, unable to interrupt Atchellie's ability connection again.
Under such circumstances, Garsena desperately continued to push for her blood mist transformation, attempting to escape immediately.
However, what she hadn't expected was that at the moment her shadow rebelled, her form, which had just turned into blood mist and was about to disperse, suddenly contracted back, re-condensing into a flesh-and-blood entity.
After that, no matter how hard Garsena tried, she couldn't turn her body into blood mist.
She felt as if her body's form had been sealed and fixed by some powerful force.
Facing this situation, Garsena could only turn her head back hatefully towards her rebellious shadow standing behind her; this was the most likely place for things to go wrong… "What…"
Indeed, Garsena's shadow was now restraining Garsena herself.
Although the shadow had rebelled, it was still a part of Garsena, having an extremely close and deep mystical connection with her.
Therefore, as long as the shadow didn't flee, Garsena couldn't escape.
As long as the shadow maintained its state and didn't disperse, Garsena would be unable to transform into blood mist due to the shadow's connection… In short, Garsena was now trapped by her own shadow.
"Damn it!"
Facing the betrayal of her own shadow, the furious Garsena swung the blade of blood in her hand, directly severing the head of her materialized shadow in one go.
And as the shadow's head fell to the ground, Garsena's own head also snapped off, almost simultaneously falling with the head of the materialized shadow.
At that moment, only Garsena, with her head fallen to the side on the ground, could gaze into the eyes of her shadow's head, which had landed in the same posture.
For Garsena, it was like looking into a mirror with a black-and-white filter.
Garsena could see cold indifference in the eyes of her shadow's head, while the shadow's head saw despair in Garsena's eyes.
"Queen… I beg you, save…"
Trapped and dying, Garsena uttered her final plea in despair.
Then, from all directions, Atchellie's shadow clones swarmed in from the surrounding thorn forest.
These clones, wielding shadow blades, either materialized as solid shadows or remained in their shadow form, slashed at Garsena's head and her headless body.
Soon, Garsena was surrounded by thousands of blades, gradually being stripped and scraped until her spirituality was exhausted.
As Garsena slowly faded into oblivion amidst the encircling blades, on the other side of the bloody execution ground, Atchellie stood silently in place.
Regarding Garsena's demise, she merely glanced once before retracting her gaze, then redirected it towards the sky.
In the ethereal sky, Atchellie could clearly see the divine silver dragon soaring towards the distorted dreamscape above the firmament.
Beneath the silver dragon's wings, everything appeared so calm and natural.
Witnessing this vast divinity, Atchellie was speechless for a long time.
Finally, she silently bowed and offered a devout prayer to the sacred dragon.
She knew that it was also the manifestation of her faith, the incarnation of the Saintess… "This is… unbelievable…"
On the east side of Tivian, in front of the Crystal Palace, the excruciating pain had just subsided.
The pitch-black cat, entirely black, was now gazing at the wondrous sight in the sky.
Even on its animalistic face, there was a clear expression of astonishment.
It had never imagined such a sight would appear before its eyes.
"This is… the Night Sky… the legendary Night Sky divine power… What she said about representing the Night Sky was actually true…"
"I never expected that a miracle of the Night Sky could still appear under the sky of this Fourth Era…"
Witnessing the scene in the firmament, the black cat murmured in disbelief.
In previous communications, the girl who called herself a scholar had claimed to have a connection with the Night Sky.
At first, the black cat had been skeptical of such a claim, but now the scene before him had dispelled all his doubts.
"The Dragon Lord... turned silver... and became so huge, so majestic, so beautiful... Is this... still the Dragon Lord?"
Inside the Crystal Palace, Little Fox Shaliya, who had just been relieved of her pain and was sitting on the ground, looked up at the scene in the sky and said in stunned disbelief. She couldn't imagine that the mighty dragon she usually saw would become so graceful and divine.
"Cough, cough... Phew... Over there... did it succeed? It's truly spectacular..." In the square outside the Crystal Palace, Greg, who had just been freed from pain, was now weakly lying on the ground, looking up at the sky with a forced smile. Bathed in the moonlight, he couldn't help but feel a nostalgic and familiar sensation hidden deep within his heart.
"It's truly... peaceful..."
In the comfort of the moonlight, Greg couldn't help but close his eyes in peace. At this moment, he seemed to want to have a good long sleep.
"Such a... such a huge silver dragon, and so beautiful... Could the ritual just now really create something like this?" At the entrance of the Crystal Palace, Nephis also looked up at the sky and said in astonishment. Although she had seen many grand spectacles, the moment such a graceful creature appeared, she couldn't help but be stunned on the spot, and then sighed inwardly.
'Such a miracle... is clearly not something from the 'start' domain, is it? Miss Dorothy can also create it. How many secrets does she have behind her?'
"The Divine Dragon of the night sky, huh? It seems the little detective's background... is far from as simple as I previously thought..." In the jungle surrounding the Plaza of Nations, Adele looked at the celestial curtain above with a smile, and couldn't help but express her own wonder.
Under everyone's gaze, illuminated by the glow of the Underworld Moon, the silver-white Divine Dragon spread its wide wings, soaring gracefully through the air. Mysterious halos emitted divine radiance, and its crystalline dragon scales shimmered with sacred light. With every beat of its wings, specks of silver light scattered behind it, like tiny stars lingering in the sky, forming a brilliant trail, like the Milky Way in the night sky.
With peace and serenity, the Divine Dragon of the night sky flew through the distorted dreamscape at the zenith. The evil crimson lurking within the dreamscape showed extreme repulsion towards the Divine Dragon's approach. In a hatred that had spanned countless millennia, the evil launched incessant attacks against the Divine Dragon.
As space shattered repeatedly, colossal crimson spikes pierced through space, thrusting towards the Divine Dragon. Once these spikes neared the Divine Dragon, a seemingly ethereal, illusory mirror would slowly materialize around it, reflecting the incoming spikes. When those spikes struck the mirror, they collided head-on with their reflections, then shattered violently.
Under this mirror-like magical defense, the spikes that broke through space and attacked shattered one after another, not a single one able to successfully harm the silver-white Divine Dragon. Seeing this, some spikes, empowered by divine force, directly transformed into invisible, ethereal spikes on a conceptual level, continuing to stab at the Divine Dragon, attempting to bypass the damage action and directly inflict pain upon it. However, any form of additional effect was swallowed into the darkness within the Divine Dragon's body, having no effect whatsoever.
With outstretched wings, the Divine Dragon was about to fly into the distorted dreamscape. In the depths of the dream, above the sacred cocoon covered in colorful red patterns, the monstrously huge spider displayed its most intense hostility towards the Divine Dragon's intrusion. Its hoarse, hateful shriek echoed through the illusory dream.
"Serene..."
Hating, the spider on the sacred cocoon unleashed its power. Instantly, a crimson storm swirled around the silver-white Divine Dragon and spread wildly outwards. The Divine Dragon's form was instantly engulfed by this crimson storm sphere. The raging storm within it was something even a Gold-tier'Stone' Beyonder couldn't resist, capable of easily crushing them into powder.
However, this crimson storm only enveloped the Divine Dragon for a moment before its speed rapidly decreased. In less than a second, the fierce storm subsided, and under the impetus of some strange power, it instantly ceased.
Seeing that neither the storm nor the spikes could stop the silver-white Divine Dragon's movements, the terrifying spider lurking on the sacred cocoon immediately understood that with its current power, it could not contend with the opponent. Under the current circumstances, retreat was the best option.
Therefore, after embedding its eight legs firmly into the sacred cocoon, the spider began to forcibly use its not-yet-fully-digested power in an overloaded manner. It and the sacred cocoon instantly turned into nothingness, transforming into a gust of wind blowing towards a super-spatial distance.
Wind is infinitely free, capable of reaching any direction, unconstrained and unstoppable. The spider, having mastered the divine power of wind, was now using this power to retreat from this place, intending to seek revenge after fully absorbing and digesting today's gains.
Under the blessing of the divine nature of wind, the spider could almost instantly cross all obstacles and go to almost any region it knew. Everything could not become an obstacle to the wind, even space itself... And facing the spider and the sacred cocoon that had completely disappeared into a gentle breeze, the silver-white Divine Dragon, which had already flown into the dreamscape, did not make any drastic moves. It continued to fly forward calmly and gracefully, and in a seemingly ordinary flap of its wings, an invisible yet vast divine power undulated from within, spreading throughout the entire space.
Subsequently, the world changed... everything began to go awry... Under the purification of the supreme'Shadow' divine power, the surrounding dream world space began to undergo drastic changes. Space, like a mirror, cracked into countless openings and then shattered out of thin air. The shattered gaps were everywhere, and then from those gaps, other completely different scenes from the dream world began to appear.
The current dream world space looks extremely bizarre and chaotic. The reason is that in addition to the normal dream world scenery, more and more strange landscapes are rudely mixed in. For example, one area has the giant trees and colorful grasslands unique to the dream world, but next to it, there is a scorching lava lake, with hot magma incompatible with the dream world constantly churning within it. At the edge of the lava lake, a lava waterfall flows down, but at the source of the waterfall, there is a vast ocean that seems to have normal water bodies. In the distance of the ocean, huge cities are vaguely visible, with a rotating gear canopy hanging above the ocean... The dream world at this moment, if described in one word, is chaos, extreme chaos. Forests, oceans, lava, factories, glaciers, deserts, abysses... all kinds of scenes are intricately and chaotically pieced together, like a kaleidoscope, making people dizzy and disoriented, making the entire dream world appear bizarre and complex, making it impossible to see what is what, or where is where.
This... is a manifestation of realm confusion. The Divine Dragon of the night sky, with its divine power, kneaded countless inner-world spaces together in disarray. This is like a Rubik's Cube; if the original completely single-colored face was the dream world, and other completely single-colored faces were other inner-worlds, what the silver-white Divine Dragon did was to completely scramble all the faces, making one face display different colors, allowing parts of other inner-worlds to be chaotically squeezed into the dream world.
The reason the Divine Dragon did this was also very simple: to make the wind lose its way... When the realm and space itself are in disarray, when all directions no longer have meaning, when all waypoints lead to incorrect results, when the starting point and ending point are reversed, then no matter how fast a contestant runs, no matter how unobstructed by obstacles, they will never reach their destination. Meaningless waypoints and distorted directions will always send them back.
Just as what is happening now, in this chaotic space, the spider and its dream cocoon, which should have left the dream world, have reappeared, floating in mid-air, facing the silver-white Divine Dragon across the void. The spider's eight eyes showed obvious astonishment.
At this moment, facing the Spider Queen's avatar on the sacred cocoon, the silver-white Divine Dragon continued its flight. Seeing this situation, the Spider Queen's avatar began to take other countermeasures.
Mist, as the giant spider avatar opened its mouth, blood-red mist of bewilderment spewed forth, beginning to spread into the space. While rapidly enveloping itself and the sacred cocoon, it quickly spread outwards. The spider seemed to want to use the mist of bewilderment to block the Divine Dragon's attack against it.
And facing the rapidly spreading mist that could make all things lost, the silver-white Divine Dragon silently opened its dragon maw. Immediately, within its mouth, a pitch-black sphere, in stark contrast to its silver-white body, condensed. As it grew larger and larger, the silver dragon silently spat out this colorless black sphere, ejecting it towards the rapidly spreading crimson mist.
When the pitch-black sphere left the dragon's mouth, it rapidly expanded in the air. Immediately, the space and light around the sphere began to warp and twist, spiraling inwards to be absorbed. The spreading dense mist, upon passing the pitch-black sphere, was also frantically sucked into it by its powerful gravitational pull.
As the black sphere grew larger, the gravitational pull it created became stronger and stronger. Not only the mist of bewilderment, but even various objects in the surrounding strange space began to be affected, being drawn and swirling into the air. Under the powerful gravity, the giant trees of the dream world began to be uprooted, the magma from the lava lake continuously surged into the sky, the ocean was drawn up in huge water columns that intertwined with the scorching magma and surged towards the same place, and the gears on the steel firmament twisted and shattered, being stretched into elongated structures leading to endless darkness.
The black hole, created by the silver-white Divine Dragon, was now mercilessly devouring everything in the surrounding space. The diffusing crimson mist of bewilderment was quickly absorbed by this small black hole in an instant. The spider and sacred cocoon revealed within it were also not spared, being sucked into endless darkness by the immense gravity. Throughout the entire space, only the silver dragon could float and stand safely amidst the gravitational maelstrom.
Facing the black hole's attraction, the spider now seemed to have completely lost any room for resistance, falling with the sacred cocoon into the endless darkness. However, seemingly unwilling for its avatar and prey to disappear in vain, the Spider Queen herself intervened again.
In this already bizarre space, a massive rift suddenly burst open, and from within that rift, eight colossal eyes stared intently at the scene outside.
From within the shattered space, several gigantic and sharp spider legs, hundreds to thousands of meters long, extended out towards the spider avatar and sacred cocoon that were being sucked into the black hole, seemingly attempting to pull them back. Facing the scene before it, the silver-white Divine Dragon once again opened its dragon maw. This time, what gathered within its massive mouth was not the pure pitch-blackness from before, but a dazzling white light, and at the same time, a fierce gale raged around it.
Finally, with a flash of brilliant light, the white light breath from the silver-white Divine Dragon's mouth spewed forth, blasting towards the extended spider legs. This was the light of destruction, released in a light-like form after infinite wind was thoroughly compressed. As this white light swept past the giant spider legs, it mercilessly severed them. As the legs broke, the entire space began to vibrate violently amidst sharp shrieks, as if it were the furious roar emitted by the Spider Queen herself.
As the massive spider legs were severed by the white light, the spider avatar and the sacred cocoon could no longer avoid their fate of being swallowed by the black hole. The spider avatar's form was twisted and stretched into an infinitely elongated state by the uneven immense gravity, and together with the sacred cocoon, it was devoured into pure darkness. After devouring the spider avatar and the sacred cocoon, the black hole, which had been continuously expanding, suddenly stopped growing and began to rapidly shrink until it vanished.
And the giant rift in space, revealing eight eyes, also began to close rapidly after seeing this situation. However, it seemed the silver-white Divine Dragon had no intention of letting it go completely. It then spread its wide wings and flew directly at high speed towards the closing rift. In the final moments before the rift closed, it finally plunged into it.
Finally, the rift completely closed, and the entire anomalous space also gradually began the process of recovery. The scenes that did not originally belong to this realm began to rapidly fade and disappear. The landscapes that originally belonged to other worlds—oceans, lava, cities, factories, mountains, and so on—quickly vanished, and the towering giant trees and colorful grasslands returned to their original positions.
The Dream Realm was returning to normal, and it wasn't just the changes brought by the chaotic space; even the changes caused by the Spider Queen's erosion were rapidly disappearing.
The scarlet thorns that had originally sprouted from various places and wrapped around the giant trees were now slowly receding, shrinking back into the soil.
Even the illusion of the city of Tivian, which had appeared on the ground, was gradually fading.
The boundary line between the Dream Realm and the real world of Tivian began to clear up again, and the distinctions between dream and reality once again became orderly and distinct.
Soon, the Dream Realm's forest returned to its former glory; colorful grasslands stretched endlessly, and the tall canopies reached out of sight.
Everything was so serene and profound, everything was so tranquil, as if the previous war had never happened.
The Dream Realm returned to its usual silence, and this silence lasted for only a moment before an anomaly reappeared.
Under the dark canopies, between the towering giant trees, after a flash of dazzling silver light, the magnificent, massive form of the Silver Divine Dragon reappeared on the scene, slowly descending amidst a graceful aura.
The silver-white Divine Dragon reappeared in the Dream Realm, completely unharmed.
After slowly descending to the ground, she raised her head and looked at the empty space between the giant trees nearby.
Then, amidst a distortion of space, the pure white, massive Holy Cocoon, which had previously been swallowed by the black hole, reappeared in the forest.
Countless crystalline, slender threads extended from it, wrapping around the giant trees, suspending the Holy Cocoon in mid-air once more.
At this moment, the Holy Cocoon no longer bore the dark red marks left by the spider.
After repositioning the Holy Cocoon, the silver-white Divine Dragon spread her wings, and then her entire body was immediately enveloped in a soft silver light.
Within this silver light, the Divine Dragon's body began to shrink rapidly, from a colossal size of several hundred meters tall to about one meter in height.
Then, this faint silver light began to split, separating into two parts.
After the silver halo dissipated, two translucent, identical female figures appeared; they were both Dorothy.
At this moment, in the forest, two silver-haired girls who looked almost identical, wearing almost identical dresses, stood facing each other.
If there was a difference, it was that one's eyes glowed with silver light and she wore a gentle smile.
The other seemed to be slowly awakening from slumber; after opening her red eyes, she looked at the girl before her, who was like her reflection in a mirror, with a slightly confused gaze.
After rubbing her eyes and shaking her head, Dorothy tried to rouse herself from her drowsiness, then looked at her surroundings in a daze, and slowly spoke.
"You... You are... Mirror Moon Goddess?"
As she struggled to clear her head, Dorothy directly asked this familiar yet unfamiliar being before her.
The other party responded with a slight nod and a smile, then spoke.
"Mirror Moon? If you like that title... then so be it..."
The girl who called herself Mirror Moon calmly replied to Dorothy.
Hearing her response, Dorothy couldn't help but freeze, then immediately became much more alert.
The being before her was Mirror Moon! This was her first time speaking directly with a deity!
After understanding the current situation, Dorothy immediately became fully focused.
After composing herself, she continued to ask.
"You can... speak directly with me now?"
With a hint of surprise, Dorothy asked the girl before her, and Mirror Moon, in Dorothy's likeness, slowly said.
"Yes... The ritual you performed this time is the highest-grade and most impactful of all rituals concerning me in the entire Fourth Era.
I can also use it to manifest the grandest miracle of this era under the realm of Day.
Although this miracle is nearing its end, there are still remnants, and simple communication is still possible..."
"I don't have much time now, so ask whatever questions you have... Within permissible limits, I will try my best to answer..."
Mirror Moon responded to Dorothy's words.
Hearing Mirror Moon's reply, Dorothy paused, then immediately spoke.
"What happened to the Spider Queen now? How is the Butterfly God? And what about the Wind Knight?"
In a serious tone, Dorothy first asked Mirror Moon the most urgent and critical questions, and Mirror Moon calmly and slowly replied.
"I merged with the dragon avatar you created, advanced into Morrigann's domain, and wounded her true form.
However, due to the fading effect of the miracle, I could not achieve further results and had to return to a safe domain first."
"Morrigann, due to the damage she sustained, will be unable to influence the real world and other inner realms for a period of time.
She needs to lie low and recuperate for a while, heal her injuries... and digest her gains... In the short term, you don't need to consider her threat."
Mirror Moon calmly said to Dorothy.
Hearing Mirror Moon's words, Dorothy looked at the Holy Cocoon in the distance, then refocused her gaze and asked Mirror Moon again, seriously.
"That so-called gain... could it be the Wind Knight? Even you couldn't save the Wind Knight in the end..."
"Yes... By the time I arrived, it was too late.
Although the Seed of Dream was saved, Arthur's remains had been completely devoured by Morrigann.
Despenser had hidden these remains for a thousand years through secrecy, but they were ultimately found by Morrigann.
She is just like before, always so persistent..."
Mirror Moon slowly replied.
Although the Wind Knight's remains were seized by the Spider Queen, she showed no obvious emotional fluctuations when she spoke, neither sadness nor regret, as if she were discussing an ordinary matter.
"So... the purpose of Despenser's secrecy ritual was just to prevent the Spider Queen from finding the Wind Knight's remains?" Dorothy continued to ask Mirror Moon, who then replied.
"That is only one aspect.
A more important reason was to ensure that the Storm Throne would not fall on its own due to Arthur's demise, allowing his corpse to occupy the divine seat, and then using the bloodline's secrecy to ensure the corpse's preservation.
This was the method I left for this kingdom to prevent the Storm Divine Seat from falling... You must know that not all spontaneously born gods, like the Dream Lord, have a special growth period where their growth process can be guided in various ways to prevent corruption."
Mirror Moon answered calmly.
Hearing Mirror Moon's response, Dorothy realized that Despenser's secrecy ritual preventing the Spider Queen's covetousness was just an additional effect.
Its primary purpose was to prevent the Path of Storms from falling.
In this Fourth Era, it seemed that any god naturally born on a divine seat would be in a corrupted state.
Therefore, Mirror Moon used the divine remains to occupy the seat, and the kings' secrecy to ensure the remains' preservation.
This was similar in principle to the Heavenly Judge's earlier use of students to occupy seats, but it seemed more unstable.
Moreover, this also seemed to explain the long-standing madness that afflicted the Prete royal family approximately every five hundred years; it came from the corruption caused by Arthur's divine remains.
This corruption required the secrecy ritual to be performed again to curb it, and the Spider Queen seized this opportunity to carry out her various manipulations.
"So, that means the Path of Storms is still controlled by the Spider Queen? If so, won't Prete slowly fall into her hands again?"
Hearing Mirror Moon's previous response, Dorothy spoke seriously again, and Mirror Moon replied.
"In the long run, yes.
However, Morrigann is weak now, and I can take this opportunity to leave new protection for Prete, allowing it to defend against Morrigann's erosion for a hundred years.
Although after a hundred years this kingdom will again be exposed to Morrigann's venomous fangs, I anticipate settling all scores with her before then."
Mirror Moon calmly replied to Dorothy.
After listening, Dorothy nodded silently, then turned her gaze to the Holy Cocoon nearby and asked.
"Then... what about this cocoon? How will you deal with it?"
"Before I leave, I will summon the correct will within it, strengthening it to a degree sufficient to suppress the fallen aspect, providing ample assurance for its proper emergence.
The time for a new Dream Lord to be born has arrived.
After I leave, you should entrust it to the right person... It won't be long before this Dream Realm welcomes its new master..."
Mirror Moon continued to calmly respond to Dorothy's words.
Dorothy could clearly hear that Mirror Moon was referring to Shalia and her black cat grandfather.
After being controlled by the Black Dream Hunters for many years, the Holy Cocoon was finally returning to Butterfly Dreamland.
After inquiring about the status of the related divinities, Dorothy paused slightly and changed the subject to ask about other matters.
Some things that were more important to Dorothy herself.
"Oh, Empress of the Night Sky, I now want to ask you, what is the relationship between you and me? How much do you know about the secrets within me? How much can you answer for me?"
With a respectful tone, Dorothy sincerely asked the girl who looked just like her.
Hearing Dorothy's questions, Mirror Moon's previously unperturbed expression seemed to ripple slightly.
After a brief silence, she continued to speak.
"I know that for you, who appeared in this world so inexplicably, this is the most important question... Unfortunately, I cannot tell you the answers to these questions..."
With a hint of what seemed to be helplessness, Mirror Moon replied.
Upon hearing this, Dorothy couldn't help but frown and immediately spoke.
"Why? Why can't you tell me?"
Listening to Dorothy's puzzled words, Mirror Moon sighed slightly, then raised two fingers to her lips and whispered in a low voice.
"Because the answers to these questions all involve a secret, a secret related to the fate of this entire world..."
"And I... am the keeper of this secret... This is the greatest secret I, as the night, conceal..."
Mirror Moon whispered her reply to Dorothy.
Hearing Mirror Moon's response, Dorothy couldn't help but freeze in place, her eyes wide and unmoving.
'What... a keeper of secrets... My origin, my relationship with Mirror Moon, all involve a secret.
And this secret actually requires Mirror Moon herself to be the keeper of secrets?'
At this moment, Dorothy felt extremely astonished.
What kind of immense secret was this, that it required the main god of'Shadow' herself to act as the keeper of secrets?
What could Mirror Moon gain from keeping this secret?
"A keeper of secrets, huh... So, who are you keeping this secret from now?" In her astonishment, Dorothy continued to ask Mirror Moon, who slowly and softly replied.
"This secret is kept from all mortals and gods, but its primary object of secrecy is 'Corruption' itself..."
"'Corruption' itself..."
"Yes, child... So, I cannot directly reveal to you these secrets you so urgently wish to know.
However, you can still seek them out yourself, and from the dust-laden history, you can uncover and decipher the truth within."
At this moment, Mirror Moon, with a hint of a strange expression, explained to Dorothy, who continued to ask in confusion.
"Then... where should I begin to unravel these secrets? Can you give me a hint...?"
"Continue your journey... Once you learn the secrets of all divinities and step into the Golden Age, entering the divine realm, you will be able to uncover almost all the truths you desire..."
"If I must give you a hint, the only thing I can tell you is to pay attention to the name 'Hyperion.' He is the key to all the secrets you wish to know, and he is the most important factor in shaping the current state of this world..."