The atmosphere instantly grew heavy.
The three powerhouses stared at the thick white mist.
None of them moved.
None of them dared to enter recklessly.
Because they understood the danger.
Inside that realm, Souta would possess an overwhelming advantage.
The laws would favor him.
The environment would favor him.
Everything inside would belong to him.
Entering blindly carried the risk of becoming trapped within the dream realm themselves.
Yet leaving Aldemaran alone was equally dangerous.
A tense silence followed.
Finally, Armante spoke.
"Aldemaran is strong..."
His eyes remained fixed on the mist.
"But he's not as strong as Urhan."
The implication was obvious.
If even Urhan struggled against Souta, Aldemaran's chances were far worse.
Armante clenched his staff tightly.
"That monster deliberately separated him from us."
His expression turned grim.
"We have to do something."
Because everyone present understood one terrifying possibility.
