Lian used Snow Walk to slay the young woman who tried to cuckold him.
He might be a Glory Knight, but he had no code against killing women—especially not one who, in some bizarre dream, tried to make him her unwitting stooge.
'Oh, wait. She might not even have been a woman.'
It could have been the vengeful spirit of the red-skulled Wizard he'd killed, come to haunt him!
Of course, that sounded a bit absurd. How could a Skeleton Monster have a vengeful spirit? At most, like the Heart of the Tree Monster, it would curse the one who killed it, tainting them with Misfortune.
Besides that explanation, Lian thought of another possibility.
The Spirit of the Forest.
This mysterious Angel Tier being, unable to corrupt him through the Illusion Realms of others, had come up with a more direct method: invading his dreams to torment him.
The light of the Bright Sword flashed.
The young woman and the Illusion Realm were dispelled in an instant.
But Lian still hadn't escaped the dream.
