As the dream became reality, the woman who created it vanished, as if swept away by the aura of Yidick. No one knew if she was still alive.
But at that moment, Anna couldn't care less about the fate of these mysterious dream-weavers. She was far more concerned with the writhing Abyss-Sea monster before her, Divait.
This was the body she once had, the race she belonged to—powerful and beautiful. After suffering indignity on the Earth's surface for so long, she could finally abandon this frail human shell.
In stark contrast to the now-excited Anna, the faces of the others filled with apprehension at the sight of the terrifying monster. Their hands unconsciously tightened on their weapons, from the Jackals to the ever-loyal Futan believers. Although they worshipped the so-called Futan, it didn't mean they enjoyed the sight of twisted, writhing monsters. After all, they were still human, and no sane person would like such a thing.
