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Chapter 1426: Converging

Enter the Realm of Mind. Here?

Silent Disaster stood still.

She was not Hackzord. Without the Birth Tower, establishing a connection with the Realm of Mind was barely within reach—even a fleeting touch at the Origin of Magic was unlikely to carry her anywhere, much less to Valkries in that vast darkness.

Why had Nightmare Lord sent this?

She looked around. The hilltop was still. The Eye Demon had issued no warning. Even the human soldier standing before her had come unarmed, carrying none of the firearms they were so proud of.

Well. I’ll have to try.

If it failed, she would find Hackzord. That was the fallback.

Decision made, Silent Disaster slowly closed her eyes and searched for the smallest thread of fluctuation—

An overwhelming force descended upon her. The sheer scale of it startled her, and she tried to pull free, but it held like a quagmire. The membrane between both worlds thinned and dissolved, and the Realm of Mind opened before her as though the crossing required no effort at all. Though her eyes were closed, she could feel the surging magic power on every side—

This was nothing she had ever felt.

Not even meditating beside the Birth Tower had produced this.

For a disorienting instant, it felt as though she were being upgraded.

Then the sensation was gone.

But it was not the same silence as before. Ahead of her was a faint, steady hum—and with it, a dry and even breeze, so constant it seemed almost like a pulse. She could not place the scene in her centuries of memory.

Silent Disaster opened her eyes.

She was inside a small building. The natural light was poor but not absent. A large magic stone overhead shed a clear, even glow across every corner of the room.

The humming came from a strange instrument mounted on the wall—neither wood nor metal, something in between. It moved air artificially, steadily, with a precision that felt impossible.

Is this… the Realm of Mind?

Why have I never seen anything like it?

“Is she the one you’re looking for?”

An unfamiliar voice came from behind.

Silent Disaster’s hand went to her sword and she turned—

“Hi. It has been a while, Serakkas.”

She stopped breathing.

It was not a reunion after long separation—she had seen that body every day in the Red Mist Pond. But that was where the resemblance ended. The faint smile. The bright, present eyes. The familiar voice carrying weight behind it. Every small detail struck her simultaneously, and something inside her shifted without her permission.

“Lord Valkries…”

“Hearing that from you truly takes me back.” Nightmare Lord smiled. “But you are already a senior lord and hold the same rank. There is no need for the old titles.”

“What is happening here—” Serakkas stopped. She had noticed the human male standing beside Nightmare Lord. He bore the same face as the man in the Divine Land who had once attacked her in cold blood. “Has this man taken you hostage?”

“Does it look that way to you?” Valkries answered with a question.

”…” Silent Disaster held her sheath. Drawing the sword felt wrong, somehow.

The two appeared together and neither shows hostility. Could he actually be the human Nightmare Lord convinced?

“Welcome to the Dream World.” The human extended a hand. “I am the King of Graycastle and leader of the Witch Union—Roland Wimbledon.”

“You speak my language?” Silent Disaster did not take the hand.

“Would you like more?” Roland repeated himself, slowly.

She noticed it then. The language coming from his mouth was not her race’s tongue—it was something entirely foreign. Yet she understood every word. She looked at Valkries; Valkries had spoken as well. She had understood that too. Whatever passed between the three of them, all of it arrived clear and unambiguous.

A form of psychic communication.

“Consider it a minor detail.” Roland gestured toward the table. “Facilitating this meeting was not easy. We should make the most of the time and focus on the problem at hand. Come—let us eat while we talk.”

Eat… while we talk?

Does he not know that a higher ascendant has no need for food or drink?

Valkries must have had limitless patience for this man.

But to her astonishment, Nightmare Lord settled into the chair without hesitation and picked up the cup in front of her.

Eh.

Silent Disaster sat down in a daze.

“Time is limited.” Roland did not waste any. “If we lack even a basic trust, nothing that follows will matter. I cannot build that trust for you in a short span, so Valkries will answer your questions.”

“That is for the best.” Valkries gave Roland an unreadable look. “I have many questions for her myself.”

Nightmare Lord then recounted how she had entered the Dream World and what she had found there, leaving out any mention of the Western Front. Silent Disaster came away with an intellectual understanding of her experience—becoming lost in the Realm of Mind, the long drift, the gradual anchoring. But understanding and belief were different things. How a powerless human male could have earned the favor of the Realm of Mind remained inconceivable.

“So… this is where humanity’s new legacy comes from?” The words came with difficulty.

“You could say that,” Roland answered. “But I prefer to think of this place as a complete world in its own right. One that, like ours, faces the incoming threat from God. A world on the edge of ruin.”

She was reluctant to trust a human. But some things could not be argued away. The Realm of Mind domain being called the Dream World was one thing—visible, present. Looking out the window, she saw a city of staggering scale, the skyline appearing to go on without end. Whether or not God would eventually threaten the Dream World, its sheer size dwarfed even the King’s Presiding Holy Sea.

And the objects around her—tools, fixtures, decorative items she could not name—each one made with a precision and craft she could not account for. The effort invested in even the smallest objects revealed something about the civilization that had produced them. The strength of its lowest ranks. Borrowing from that strength was not strange; it explained much of what humanity had displayed in the third Battle of Divine Will.

Of course, Valkries herself was the most important part of the argument.

Her reasoning and scope surpass mine. That she shows no sign of disagreement is itself a persuasion.

Still—expecting Serakkas to absorb all of this in a single sitting was expecting too much.

“By the way—what caused Hackzord to act? What changed him from waiting to reaching out?” Roland noticed her prolonged silence and took the initiative. “It is not like him.”

Silent Disaster looked at Valkries, who nodded.

She explained.

Roland was not surprised to hear that Sky Lord had verified the existence of the Bottomless Land north of the Land of Dawn—Joan had given him the same information. It was logical enough that Hackzord had moved to confirm it.

The second piece of information was different.

“You’re saying… the Blackstone region has been overrun by the Sky-sea Realm?” Valkries’s composure cracked. “Isn’t that where the bulk of our race’s defensive forces are stationed?”

“That is what the King declared. I do not have precise details, but I heard from Mask that the enemy has undergone a major evolution.”

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