Game Transmigration: Saving the World Again 1000 Years Later (ON-HOLD)

Chapter 106: Storm Dream

In her dream, she steered an old ship into an endless storm.

Fragile masts were snapped, tattered sails were blown down, and the rotten deck shattered. Finally, the entire ship was wrecked to pieces by the violent storm.

As for Erin, the helmsman of the old, bloated, and rotten ship, she was thrown into the air before plummeting into the deep sea amidst the whistling winds.

The sea was filled with pale corpses. They stared at her with wide eyes as if they were saying: "This is all your fault."

Deep in the sea, a pair of huge pitch-black wings slowly spread out in front of her. Two blood-red eyes widened under the wings and stared fixedly at her.

Or rather, he stared fixedly at the illusory crow feather in her hand.

Erin struggled to escape, but she realized that her limbs had been entangled by countless transparent threads at some point. She was like a puppet being controlled as she uncontrollably swam towards the abyss deep in the sea, getting closer and closer to the devouring shadow...

The moment she was about to be devoured by the shadow, she screamed and broke free from this nightmare.

What made Erin's hair stand on end was that the moment she woke up, she felt as if she could still smell the sea salt.

This isn't a simple nightmare. There are too many obvious metaphors and hints in this dream...

This was the thought that appeared in her mind after she calmed down.

As the supreme empress of the Riel Empire, her mental state had always been the most tightly protected—be it the Platinum Palace's restrictive barrier that had been upgrading for centuries, or the Illusion Mages and Exorcism Priests specially assigned to her by the Platinum Ring and the Holy Spirits Church. In the dark of this usually calm bedroom, countless protective measures were constantly in operation day and night, ensuring that all the decisions she made as empress were out of her will and not because of the bewitchment of magic and demons.

But this sudden nightmare...

The alarm in the bedroom didn't sound. Even the scream she let out when she woke up from her dream didn't cause any commotion. This meant that something had silently bypassed all the defensive measures and incepted this hint or warning into her mind.

In this world, only one existence could do this.

The Void Sovereign who wielded the authority of Nightmare—Zamara.

She was warning her not to hand the soul fragment to the person who had promised to calm the Shattered Sea storm. Otherwise, that person would bring about an even deeper disaster.

A Void Sovereign who often stirred up disasters in Currere through nightmares came to warn her of future disasters.

This sounded like a joke that wasn't funny.

It was also at this moment that a light knock on the door echoed in the bedroom.

"Your Majesty, the Boss of the Crows requests an audience."

...

William spread out the map of the Blackwater Province and used the magical medium in his hand to constantly mark it.

As for the tower guardian of Blacklight City's Viper constellation lighthouse, Julianne stood nervously at the side, not knowing what to do.

It was no wonder. The strongest magic chanter who could chat with Absurdity Jester from a thousand years ago appeared in front of her, alive. Anyone would feel uneasy.