The other Dream had been hiding behind the back wall with his allies, waiting.
In moments, amid the confusion of the sudden assault, all four members of L'Manburg were killed.
Dream hardly had time to register the attack. But when he did, it was hardly as an afterthought. Because something more pressing was taking Dream's attention.
The second that command block was pressed, Dream felt an overwhelming flow of vitality. His body pulsed with power, air, blood. Life.
Dream gasped suddenly, and he could feel the air rushing into his lungs. He was solid again.
Solid, but still invisible. Dream walked forward, amazed, as his feet could feel the warm, hard blackstone underfoot. As the other Dream and his allies cheered, and the L'Manburg citizens shouted, and Eret tried to pretend that had been his plan all along, Dream crouched over the button.
Such a simple thing to do so much damage. Dream closed his eyes and pressed his hand against the block underneath the button. It was solid. He couldn't move through it. But he could still feel the malevolent presence of that command block. And there was something more.
Something behind the command block. Something more than Schlatt. There was a greater problem on this server. It felt like the Nightmare. But this was bigger than just Dream, or the other Dream.
This could be even worse than he knew. And he may eventually need the help of the other Dream.
Or someone better.
Dream straightened up and left the murder room, walking up the stairs to the surface of L'Manburg.
Dream walked over to the hot dog van, anticipating the gathering place of the members of L'Manburg. Indeed, there they were. Inside the van with the door left open.
After all, what could be done now?
They had nothing. The other Dream and his allies had taken, or burned, all of their items. Armor, weapons, and tools, gone.
The four of them stood around the table, oblivious to their imperceptible ally, and to everything but their own sorrow.
They had each felt the ripping of their souls. They knew that they could now be permanently killed, or at least guessed at it. With each death, they now strode closer to an endless oblivion.
As the four of them talked solemnly, with Dream observing, they recognized that they were truly defenseless now. All they could do was talk.
To try to delay their demise, Wilbur decided to go speak with the other Dream.
Or so he said. Dream could see his true emotions. They were black, and though he tried to convince himself otherwise, he knew that they had nothing to hold against the other Dream. His reassurances that L'Manburg could gain freedom through diplomacy were as much to himself as the others. Though he attempted to hold himself up and show pride for his country, he bowed his head more and more as he walked away from L'Manburg.
Dream followed Wilbur solemnly as he walked towards the other Dream.
They met on the field in front of Tommy's now-abandoned house. As Wilbur tried to convince the other Dream to let them be, Dream could tell it was a losing battle.
Sure enough, eventually the other Dream stopped listening, if he ever had been. Once again, he gave the citizens of L'Manburg an ultimatum.
If they didn't set out white flags soon, there would be no more revolution, because they would all be dead.
Wilbur tried to reason with him, but the other Dream just started walking towards L'Manburg.
"I am going to give you an example of what happens when you fight me," the other Dream said, his emotions hidden behind his solid mask. "This is my server, and no one will defy me."
As the other Dream walked towards L'Manburg, Wilbur had no choice but to follow.
The other Dream placed a single piece of TnT near the gate, in the same place that he had before placed the sign declaring war on L'Manburg. Everyone was there. All of the other Dream's army, all four of L'Manburg's citizens. Eret, who no one really trusted, but who was currently on the other Dream's side.
Dream's eyes widened, and fear soared through him. Moments before the arrow flew, he knew what was going to happen.
Dream lunged forward, unsure what he would do, but he needed to do something, he needed to...
It was too late.