Their, its, their most dreaded appearance is the ‘Queen of Catastrophe.’
That seemingly innocent and pure entity, yet terrifying to the extre.
Especially her warriors.
Unfathomable terror.
Because, they cannot die.
And, as long as you die, you’ll join their ranks.
Then, unfaltering loyalty to the ‘Queen of Catastrophe.’
At first, there were figures who dared to challenge this queen.
Then, she gathered her Pri Minister, the Four Generals, and the Octagonal Guard Army.
Along with…
Hundreds of millions of undead warriors.
All were once the most devout believers of various divine realms.
Now?
The Queen’s most loyal warriors.
Such a fate caused all beings to avoid the ‘Queen of Catastrophe’ at all costs.
Simultaneously marking her advancing path with the label ‘Forbidden Land.’
The Undead Dynasty departed.
The great serpent’s body followed suit.
However, a shred of the serpent’s divine consciousness began to stir within the chaos of the origin.
This was its talent.
Thankfully!
Sensing the power within the origin, the surviving serpent took a deep, relieved breath.
Then ca the fatigue.
An overwhelming fatigue.
Unconsciously, it fell into slumber.
When it awoke, it saw a nervous, uneasy woman.
"Jason won’t be hard, right?”
"He won’t.”
"How could Jason be hard?”
"But, this bastard will be—I’ve suddenly got a craving for snake stew.”
The previously timid voice abruptly turned bold, and the woman looked straight at the serpent.
The great serpent panicked and tried to escape.
But the woman caught it with one hand.
Impossible!
Where was its strength?
Where was its origin?
"This is ‘Dream!'”
"Everything here obeys !”
"Including you, you scoundrel!”
Evelyn said, borrowing the body of the pastry chef.
Then, she casually tossed the great serpent into the pot.
Attempting to eat Jason.
She decided to stew it first.
"Adjust the fleet’s direction; we need to pick up the pace.”
"Those gaudy fools are speeding up as well.”
Evelyn told the pastry chef.
The pastry chef nodded imdiately.
Instantly, the fleet within the dream accelerated.
The last trace of the great serpent’s divine consciousness began dispersing at the origin.
But a hand scooped up this origin.
This hand moved slowly backward.
Eventually…
It withdrew from a mirror.
"You should be gentler.”
"This is my first ti in thousands of years.”
"Lubricate first; it won’t hurt as much.”
The magic mirror grumbled.
"Do you need to send you to cool off in the toilet?”
Emily asked.
"Emily, you’re so cruel. You used to be so sweet to , calling ‘Your Highness’ and ‘Master.’
The magic mirror protested loudly.
"That was in my naive youth.”
Emily, clad in a witch’s robe, examined the origin in her hand, frowning in thought.
"Are you sure this won’t go wrong?”
"Can this find Lord Jason and recover Lady Sister’s mories?”
Emily asked.
"Of course!”
The magic mirror answered emphatically.
"Let’s hope this ti it succeeds.”
"Otherwise, Lady Sister might just soak you in the sewer.”
Emily gestured toward the distant large bed.
The witch lay there in deep sleep, her belly noticeably larger.
For the sake of the child’s growth, Jennifer chose slumber.
Unless the matter was critical, Emily wouldn’t wake her sister.
Finding Jason while restoring Lady Sister’s mory was surely crucial.
Still, Emily glanced at the magic mirror and decided to wait for a real ‘glimr of hope’ before committing.
After all, this was the twelfth ti the mirror had promised.
The previous eleven?
Undoubtedly failures.
Emily didn’t want her sister’s hopes dashed again.
Especially since her sister was with child.
"I hope this ti it’s accurate.”
"Otherwise
"I’ll personally toss you into the sewer for Lady Sister.”
Emily remarked.
"So unlovable.”
"You were so cute before.”
The magic mirror muttered, then began tapping into this origin power to peer into ‘destiny.’
Then…
Nothing.
How could this be?
How could it happen?
Was soone concealing Jason’s fate?
No!
Not rely concealed—completely veiled!
Who besides could achieve this?
The magic mirror froze in shock.
"Another failure?”
Emily asked.
She knew the mirror too well; even without asking, she could tell by the look.
"Impossible!”
"I succeeded!”
"But I need a mont to organize my findings from the divination.”
The magic mirror tried to bluff.
It had no intention of visiting the sewer.
In truth, it had lied nurous tis to avoid that fate before.
Proclaiming destinies intertwined with Jason’s, that only by finding him could mories truly return, making recovery possible, and so on.
It had no other recourse.
While it suspected Jennifer’s past was extraordinary, it hadn’t anticipated such an incredible past had exceeded imagination.
Sothing far beyond the scope of ‘destiny.’
Even a re glimpse filled it with a crushing dread of shattering.
Thus, lies beca necessary.
Moreover, upon learning Jennifer dearly cherished her child, the mirror instantly found a convenient excuse.
Using Jason as its pretext.
Buying ti first.
That was its initial plan.
But who could’ve known—Jason’s troubles rivaled Jennifer’s.
Even Jason’s destiny remained elusive.
What a terrifying ‘couple’!
Jason, hurry up and act. Stir up so waves!
Let locate you!
Otherwise, I really will end up in the sewer!
The magic mirror silently prayed.
It realized even procrastination couldn’t hold off indefinitely.
At that mont—
A heap of shredded flesh began slowly coalescing on a high-backed chair.
Two breaths later, Jason was seated upon the chair.
Then…
Achoo! Achoo! Achoo! Achoo!
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