"Hmm?"
Vaguely sensing something, the gray fog giant entirely soaked in the Nightmare River, slowly opened his eyes as he gradually pushed into reality.
Rising from the pitch-black river reflecting countless nightmares, the gaunt hand of the King of Nightmares slightly opened, extending sharp, hooked, and twisted fingertips, slicing through the gray fog at his chest and abdomen as if cutting away flesh, firmly grasping a piece of pale nightmare in his palm.
Is it the Snow Woman? Has she been dealt with so soon?
The vertical crack in his palm opened, revealing hollow gray eyes, intimately sticking to the pale nightmare. After observing the situation inside, the King of Nightmares' gaunt face slightly frowned.
In the pale-hued nightmare, the wild winds and swirling snow remained as before, yet the thinly dressed lady resembling a winter sprite did not drift elegantly through the storm as she used to.
