Watching the two fly toward the coastline one after the other to face the incoming dark tide, the Dusk Fairy couldn't help but stamp her foot.
Actually, she had never really confronted those nightmares that were similar to the undead,
although as the spirit of the Holy Sword, she was confident in thoroughly slaying them. But just as the Hero hadn't easily lured the Nether Sea Dream, those Corpse Dreams also sought to avoid danger.
However, this didn't mean they weren't terrifying.
As the spirit of the Eternal Holy Sword, the Dusk Fairy was extremely perceptive to entities capable of bringing about "endings."
And undoubtedly, the Nest of Nightmare beyond the Void Sea had the potential to devour the world.
The Dusk Fairy pressed her lips tightly together, the heaviness in her chest causing her to frown slightly. Still, she tried to calm her emotions. As her foothold vanished, her petite figure took to the air, closely following the Depraved Hero.
