Chapter 1187 - 544: Tail? Tail!!!

Chapter 1187: Chapter 544: Tail? Tail!!!

"Oh-ho, that confident, huh?"

["Heh, what else? Who do you think I am?"]

Nenasha lifted her chest proudly and let out a haughty hum, but Herbert very uncharitably followed up with a jab.

"Of course I know who you are, but still, be careful, yeah? Don’t you dare screw this up... otherwise, I really can’t promise I won’t laugh my ass off."

Herbert’s teasing words had barely fallen when the silver lake, which had only been faintly rippling, suddenly churned violently!

As if some colossal thing at the bottom was waking, the calm lake surged up in towering waves, the shockwaves roiling outward.

But the eerie thing was, these "waves" weren’t made of water, but of countless shattered lights and shadows, distorted shards of memory, and congealed mutterings from dreams.

["You’ve got a point."]

Nenasha withdrew the dim crystal at her fingertip that carried a brave soul, the trace of complicated emotion in her eyes folding away in an instant, turning calm and focused.

She stepped lightly once, and was already standing atop the boiling lake, her gaze lowered and cold, a majesty utterly unlike before radiating from her whole being.

["I really should take this seriously. Can’t have you laughing at me."]

The self-murmured voice carried none of her usual mockery and ease, but had shifted into a kind of ancient, indifferent Divinity.

Then her rosy lips parted, and she coolly uttered a short command.

["Stop."]

Crack!

With her words, the collapsing fragments of dream all around seemed to be pinned by an invisible force.

["Come out."]

After that, those dream-fragments began to circle gently around the point beneath her feet, like docile fish, forming a vast vortex.

And in the depths at the center of the lake, a huge, twisted shadow was rapidly rising.

Splash!

Unexpectedly, it wasn’t any humanoid creature, nor any kind of special beast.

It was a single, enormous eyeball.

A vertical purple pupil, its whole body pure, crystalline, yet radiating a terrifying power that made one’s skin crawl.

Legendary? Epic!

It even gave Herbert, in that brief daze, the illusion that it surpassed Epic, reaching Saint Level!

Just one remaining eyeball, and it could already step into the Domain of the Divine?

???

"Nenasha’s eye," huh?

But the thought had barely surfaced before Herbert dismissed it, quietly shaking his head.

Perhaps because of the intimacy between them, Herbert enjoyed an authority beyond anything others could imagine, treated as one of this broken Divine Kingdom’s own, even counted in some sense as its Master of the Divine Country.

So even without Nenasha actively telling him, Herbert instinctively understood the nature of that eyeball.

It wasn’t some "fragment of Nenasha," wasn’t some weird "Eye of God," nor was it a newborn will that had sprouted from her body.

That eyeball wasn’t even a living thing.

It was a monstrosity fused out of the dreams where countless Heroic Spirits had sunk here, forgotten grief, and the pollution left behind when the Divine Kingdom shattered.

It was what remained when this dream Divine Kingdom ran out of control—the Rules given form, instinctively devouring anything that tried to disturb the dream or shatter this so-called "eternal peace."

"So, it’s you..."

Herbert narrowed his eyes at the eyeball, shaking his head with a sigh.

Everything was clear.

This was the truth behind the so-called "Great Silence" in the Mist Mountain Range.

Whenever something uncontrollable appeared in the Mist Mountain Range, or anything resonated with it in a special way, it would awaken,

and draw everything back into Silence.

Not by killing everything and reaping all vitality.

But by dragging everyone in the Mist Mountain Range—Demon, Heroic Spirit, intruder... every existence possessing self-awareness—down into a deep dream.

And that dream, which no one knew when they might wake from, was in some sense no different from death.

"This is getting a little dicey..."

After grasping the eyeball’s nature, Herbert furrowed his brows, worry for Nenasha’s safety stirring in his chest.

She had indeed once been a supreme Divine, holding the highest authority in this Divine Kingdom, and all this time he’d kept searching out power for her, letting her continually recover.

But... she still hadn’t fully recovered; she was still only in a state of remnant soul. Could she really wield power beyond Epic, up to Saint Level?

The Silence wasn’t just Saint in sheer strength; the abilities it commanded were uniquely vicious, leaving every existence in the Mist Mountain Range utterly unable to resist.

Maybe... we should pull out first?

However, since Nenasha hadn’t spoken, Herbert couldn’t be the one to bring it up.

He could only press down his unease, brows knitted as he stayed silent; outwardly calm, but inside he’d already settled on a plan—if they could win, they’d fight; if they couldn’t, they’d retreat.

After all, they weren’t here in their true bodies; it wasn’t that dangerous, and running wouldn’t be hard.

And just as Herbert was mapping out escape routes, Nenasha on the other side looked exceedingly composed, even smiling with an air of lighthearted ease.

["Hehe~"]

She gazed at that gigantic purple eye, not a hint of fear in her gaze, and blew a cheerful whistle.

"..."

On the other side, the purple eyeball hovered above the lake, the cold vertical pupil locking onto Nenasha without the slightest emotion; lacking self-awareness, it obeyed instinct, rapidly analyzing.

Then it began to twist and contort violently.

Light flowed, the eyeball’s form rapidly shifting, turning into a lithe Centaur woman holding a longbow.

None other than Sofia, now Herbert’s most loyal subordinate.