When actually, being the destroyer was just a temporary job.

32. A world that's waiting up for me

Blue felt pleased.

Because after all, he got something from Nightmare in a deal for the truth and made Error come back.

If that wasn't a big achievement, he didn't know what else was.

He hummed a cheery tune as he exited the portal he previously made to escape Error's wrath.

But then, someone interrupted him.

"Sick nasty tunes brah!"

Blue turned his head.

"Fresh?? Excuse me, but what are you doing here?"

He cried out, seeing the infamous parasite.

"To show we whatcha didn't know! Duh!"

Fresh replied.

Then he picked out a note from his sleeves.

Blue caught it when fresh threw the note to him.

"...The ingredients of making special soul?"

Blue said out loud the first sentence of the note.

He looked at fresh to question him.

"Alrighty then, peace out!"

Fresh announced instead of an answer.

He disappeared with a colorful smoke.

Blue watched as the smoke eventually vanished.

...What was he supposed to with this?

Wait.

A soul?

Didn't Ink gain a soul out of nowhere recently?

Was this a clue for that mystery?

Blue read the note again but more deeply this time.

'The ingredients of making a special soul.'

'1. The wall that separates men and monsters.

2. The flower that started the tale.

3.The bones of the abandoned.

4.A paper of a universe.

5.The tears of the soul's friend.'

Riddles huh?

This is something that the magnificent Blue can solve!

Nightmare felt like he should be stronger than this.

He has gone all the way as a weak child to becoming a feared king who had his own castle and warriors.

Still, it had hurt when he heard that the one he trusted to be his was not all he seemed.

It shouldn't be such a huge matter.

He should have expected and calculated this.

Nightmare felt one of his tentacles completely destroy one of the metal shackles he kept for the prisoners in the past.

...That thing was going to be thrown away anyway.

Multiple cracks started to appear on the walls.

"This is getting out of control."

Nightmare grumbled.

Something was growling inside of him.

Was it hungry for a feast of agony?

Or simply a dinner that his people have served?

Nightmare walked to open the door while musing.

The delicious smell of cooking a mortal meal was spread across the hall.

It seems he forgot to notice the time.

The others must have already arrived to the kitchen.

His tentacles began to push him to that direction.

Nightmare tried to ignore them.

But he eventually succumbed to their demands.

He sweared that they were somewhat sentient.