Oh no!
In the instant my body lost balance and fell toward the mountain's entrance, Leon suddenly understood all the causal relationships.
The item worth Fredri sacrificing hundreds of True Gods and offering up a significant amount of origin as the price—besides the present world, there was another one!
The lineup of gods bearing the origins as offerings, the mocking ravens who refused to flee, and the time disruptions outside Ring Time Mountain... all appeared to be attempts to stall me, giving her time to attack the present world, but it was all a ruse to lower my guard.
Her target had never changed; it was me from the start!
Desperately, I turned my gaze upward, imprinting the figure at the mountain entrance deeply into my mind, as Leon's face hardened and he immediately played one of his life-saving cards, pushing the dream origin in his hand to its limit, shifting toward the distant dream called [Old Ox].
