"'I guess'?" Draenor asked Amoro in a hoarse voice, an uncertain tone that once again added to his fear.

"What are you and I? Encyclopedia? I've never seen what the Dream Keeper looks like myself! But at least they are not overnourished octopuses! Amoro pointed to the tentacles that could barely reach the top of the building.

Draenor froze in place, feeling like the sea had overflowed from a corner, and by this time it had completely submerged itself. He crouched in the corner, the unsettling sense of choice that had spread from his brain to his limbs, and he had only wanted to swagger through the ruins according to Amoro's plan, to the top of the reef-like crumbling building, and then try to send himself back to the surface through the divinity of the tide.

The menacing beings were constantly warning him, they had no eyes, but that didn't mean the Dream Keepers couldn't detect the arrival of the two strangers, let alone expect them to open their disgusting tentacles to welcome them to the lair of the higher-in-command.

"Are you sure there's only one way?" He expressed his unease to Amoro.

From here, you can see the "Drowned City" in its entirety, which is made of huge piles of unidentified stones, or they are themselves monoliths that have been hewn into the shape of buildings. Delaeno had never seen anything like it, with each prism presenting a structure that defied the "geometric aesthetics", and the stones glowing ominously dark green, making the city's exaggerated silhouettes visible even if there was no light source large enough to illuminate the seabed.

"They're still in dreams."

After observing in silence for a few minutes, Amoro finally came to a somewhat reassuring conclusion.

"Like the gods they worship, they don't pose any threat to us now, as long as you don't bother them......"

Amoro stood up, and before Draenor could reply, he walked towards the massive complex in front of him.

It's really damn bad...... Draenor hesitated for a moment, and finally took a step to catch up with Lopud's figure, and he didn't slow down until the twisted tentacles were completely out of sight.

The city seems to have been formed, as it doesn't have a logical layout, you can almost see the buildings lying on the ground, and the ruins of the reef standing upside down on either side, like huge colonies of calcare.

Now, as he walked through the narrow streets, he was confronted by a majestic palace, a gigantic sculpture of a dizzying gigantic figure that fused with an unknown creature, with a pair of huge wings and hands on its knees, as it raised its head and gazed at the invisible wall that shrouded the top of the drowning city with its huge compound eyes.

There were no recognizable words on the sculpture in front of him, but it all reminded Draenor of that terrifying presence.

"He's your god of the sea?"

"That's right, the one who symbolizes the Eternal Sea, he doesn't have a name, but the believers who once existed were willing to call him 'Khantien', believing it to be the closest human being could get to the pronunciation of their language." Amoro glanced up at the sculpture, then quickly looked away again.

"They?" Draenor was puzzled, he had never heard such a slurred pronunciation, as if he was forcing his vocal cords to imitate a tsunami-like sound.

"It's the ones who are on top." Amoro raised his hand and pointed to the top of his head, drawing a vague circle.

Draenor subconsciously looked back and was relieved to confirm that the eerie giant octopuses were completely asleep in the cracks of the building. Now he has enough time to clear his mind and solve the doubts that have puzzled him once and for all.

"It's also Canaanite, why have I never heard of the existence of those who are on high ground?"

"Because you're dreaming." Amoro replied with a roll of his eyes, and instead lowered his head in a more patient and calm tone.

"Because the Canaanites were dreaming. Since the complete disappearance of the Creator, the long-sleeping Superiors have gradually awakened, and they have tried in vain to blind Canaanite Rao with their supreme wisdom and drag them into a never-ending dream. Since then, the Canaanites have lived in an ethereal spiritual pure land, and no one wants to believe in the existence of monsters, sucking their fingers like babies wrapped in swaddling clothes to entertain themselves...... And the exorcist is the only ointment that can open their eyelids. ”

The simple words seemed to be deliberately made into incomprehensible sentences, and Draenor tried to convince himself to dismiss all of Amoro's words as madman's gibberish.

Of course, you can also choose to pretend to be deaf and dumb, like those Canaanites who are trapped in dreams and are indifferent to what is about to happen. The moment you were ignited by the potion filled with the White Flame you were free from the dream and became an exorcist-like being independent of the Canaanites, which is why I thought it necessary for me to tell you all this, and why Lopud had traveled far and wide to find you. ”

"But no one can deny that this dream did bring peace to Canaan, allowing the children of the Creator to stay away from the threat of wild beasts, right?" Draenor replied stubbornly.

"Alas...... Listen, wherever you hear these words, I can now have enough evidence to tell you that the Creator is actually one of those who are higher, and was once the most powerful, and if the Superior is like a floating body, then the Creator is the star. But he has completely ended his long life, and now he has burned the last flame and become a black hole among the stars. ”

Draenor fell completely silent, feeling like a bullet shot into his skull, shattering what he thought was a solid worldview. He could imagine that the Ludwig Church had been collecting evidence of the existence of the High Powers for a long time, and now any exorcist could prove it to him, not to mention that the building in front of him, which should not have existed, had already laid the truth in front of him......

"From the moment Lopud met you, you were left with only two choices: either follow us and end it all; Or remain silent until you are completely swallowed up by the abyss of this dream...... Now it's time for us to move on. Amoro hastily ended the conversation, tapping Draenor on the back with his suitcase, motioning for him to move on.

The interior of the palace has an upward slope, like a hill locked in a stone cage, and at the top of the hill a stone monument with a cross can be seen.

The first time he entered the palace, Draenor noticed that the huge stone platform in front of him was filled with the debris left by sea creatures, and the fluorescence emitted by the stone stretched him and the exorcist Rao's shadow into silk threads, making them look as small as ants.

"It's best to stay away from those corpses," Amoro warned, pointing to the remnants of the stone platform, "and my gut tells me this should be the territory of the Scaly People, and you don't want to see their ......"