When the upper ranks of the Deep Dive Church saw the thin mist rising over the pirate ship, they immediately relaxed again and silently intoned:
"Praise our Lord!"
In the Dreamworld overlapping with the Material World, thick fog billowed.
A middle-aged gentleman wearing a top hat and formal dress, with a beard, was walking down a long corridor with no end in sight, carrying a lantern that shed bluish-white light.
The corridor had no windows, only doors of varying size, material, and ornamentation.
He strolled to a door that, though crudely made, was extraordinarily tall, wide enough for a Giant Dragon to pass through, and raised his hand to push it open and step inside.
The next moment, all the ferocity and struggle on Reinhardt's face in the outside world vanished without a trace, and the blue beard on his chin began to curl and writhe like an octopus's tentacles.
What now held dominion over this body was no longer Reinhardt, but the Kraken's [Nightmare] Divine Incarnation!
