Ark Undead

Upon seeing the immortal, her eyes lit up, and she ran towards it.

The Undead felt something familiar was hidden on Skadi, getting closer and closer to her.

Skadi approached the Undead and took something out of her pocket.

"This is what the Fire Mage sister asked me to give you!"

The Undead lowered his head and reached out to take the bottle from Skadi's hand.

Right next to the Undead, a hand landed on the Doctor's shoulder.

The doctor's body broke free from the spatial confinement.

He felt completely drained and almost collapsed to his side.

Fortunately, an arm wrapped around his armpit, giving him some support.

Steam rose from the gaps in the doctor's hooded suit.

He laughed as he breathed heavily.

"Ha...hahaha...I thought you'd be later."

"That's not my style, although I really wanted to stay longer."

Kal'tsit's voice was serious and methodical.

“If you can hold on a little longer, I wouldn’t mind talking to her more about your predicament.”

"I think I'll pass, it's too tiring... phew."

The Doctor leaned against Kal'tsit, and Kal'tsit didn't seem to mind.

She even reached out and put her arm around the doctor's waist to support his posture and help him stand up.

The doctor took a few more breaths, and then slowly lowered his left hand, which he had been supporting himself with.

"Stolen things are never satisfying to use, so... I'll leave the rest to you."

The doctor murmured to himself.

"I'll take a nap first..."

Before the doctor could finish speaking, he closed his eyes and fainted.

The Doctor's head smashed into Kal'tsit's head.

Kal'tsit remained expressionless.

Only after the Doctor's body turned into specks of starlight and disappeared into this dream did Kal'tsit face the crack.

She raised her hand and gently moved her fingers.

As if by divine intervention, all traces of destruction shrank back along the original patterns.

And those dream corridors that had been destroyed were pieced back together bit by bit, following the path they were taken when they were destroyed.

Time reverses here, and the dream gradually returns to its original state under the command of the master of this unique world.

This is the power that belongs to Theresa.

Mon3tor managed to clear the campfire passage in time, and with the help of Skadi who came to their aid, Kal'tsit and Nightmare Theresa threw themselves into the flames that surged in from outside the dream.

Under Skadi's witness, Kal'tsit, protected by the talent of the fragments of the hero's soul within Theresa's remaining consciousness, merged with Nightmare in the furnace of the tenth floor.

With the power of the campfire, Kal'tsit successfully stole this dream from the hands of the gods.

Now, she sets the rules for this dream world.

The protection that originally belonged to the Lord of Dreams was also extracted from the mud aggregate by Kal'tsit.

Even so, Kal'tsit did not have enough power to kill it.

Just as the Lord of Dreams cannot personally intervene, Kal'tsit cannot deliver a tangible blow to the creatures within the dream world.

But there is one person who can.

Snapped!

With a snap of their fingers, everyone regained their ability to move.

"Holy crap..."

Greyhound, who witnessed all of this, couldn't help but be shocked by Kal'tsit's actions.

Kal'tsit simply turned to the side and respectfully bowed her head to the person beside her.

Having regained her memories, Kal'tsit chose to submit to the person beside her.

She was no longer bothered by Theresa's death.

Because Kal'tsit knew that what Theresa had hoped for was coming true one by one.

"Lord Ashes."

Kal'tsit respectfully called out his name and bowed her head.

Just then, I saw an empty bottle that the adult in front of me had thrown on the ground.

Drops of liquid splashed from the bottle walls, instantly melting the hard corridor floor of the Arke ship.

That was a treasure belonging to the undead during the Age of Fire.

Element Bottle

It contains the essence of the campfire, a concentrated manifestation of the fire's energy, and has an extremely high temperature; it is not a tool that ordinary people can use.

Since ancient times, the undead have always moved between campfires, and the Elemental Bottle is an essential restoration item for them when they travel, carrying the power of the campfire.

Perhaps, what was contained in that bottle wasn't lava, but rather a longing for one's hometown.

The liquid in the element bottle has now been emptied.

"I have stripped it of its immortality. I'll leave the rest to you."

Kal'tsit respectfully made her request to the undead.

"Ah."

The Undead responded.

He gripped the greatsword on his back once more.

This time, his previously weakened body was filled with the immense power of the flames.

Simply by gripping the hilt, one can feel the tangible flow of fire coursing through the blade.

The armor, covered in rust and damage, was once again marked with traces of lava and flames.

Against the backdrop of blackened steel, it looks like a demon returned from hell.

There are no gaps between dreams anymore; the dreams, completely pierced by the campfire, can no longer be separated from the initial flame.

When the flames ignited on the undead, it was all over.

With raging flames and exploding lightning, filth will have nowhere to hide.

This long dream finally came to an end after the sludge aggregate was devoured by the First Flame, leaving only the last wisp of sludge.

After a long period of silence.

It was Greyhound who first raised the question.

"it's over?"

He rubbed his eyes.

"It's temporary. We'll discuss other things when we get back."

Kal'tsit responded to him.

Kal'tsit turned around and looked at the people behind her.

"Now, it's dawn."

442. The Sunrise That Never Came

"woke up?"

Greyhound opened his eyes, and the first sound he heard was from W beside him.

W, like him, lay in the hospital bed, her whole body wrapped in bandages. Then she carefully turned her head and smiled at the greyhound.

That smile was really ugly; after all, no one would want a guy whose whole body was wrapped in bandages to show them just his lips and eyes.

"Holy crap... what's wrong with you?"

Greyhound was startled by W's laugh. He instinctively tried to sit up, but found that his body seemed to be bound to his lower abdomen by something, restricting his movement and making him very uncomfortable.

Watching the greyhound struggle on the bed, W laughed even harder.

But she still offered a reminder.

"Don't move around. Neither of us is in a good position to move around. Oh, right, that's what Kal'tsit said."

Kal'tsit?

Greyhound paused for a moment, only then having time to take in his surroundings.

They were no longer in that dilapidated village. Instead, they arrived at a makeshift house built of stones.

Next to the greyhound, there were various surgical instruments placed on an iron trolley.

The bloodstains on it have just been cleaned up, but it's definitely not usable anymore.

Greyhound looked at his abdomen again, where there were obvious traces of blood seeping out, indicating that he had undergone a surgery he was unaware of.

"Have we reunited with Kal'tsit and the others?"

Greyhound was clearly not quite sure of his condition; he could only try to lean his body a little closer to the pillow.

"How did you get here?"

"After Lapp woke up, he turned into Patch."

"?" Greyhound tilted his head, trying to ascertain whether W was telling the truth.