Just as I had guessed, that bubble burst, but it was far worse than I expected. It wasn't just a flood of enemies; it was a storm of reality power that swept everything around. The two powers of reality collided, forming a storm that distorted even nearby planets, as well as the very foundations of existence in the surrounding area. I've never seen anything so apocalyptic before.
Beyond the alien reality power, the enemies launched a full sweep against us as if separated by it, a murderous intention growing stronger each time.
Among those in leadership, one looked at me with his single eye as if I were the only one on the battlefield. It was the one we faced during the rescue of the Dream Avatars, the enemy with many arms.
He was tensing his muscles as if to advance on me immediately, but before he could, another made a move first.
"No! You won't take the initiative from me!!!!" (Ohara)
