Chapter 1657: Chapter 334: The Dawn Celestial Marshal’s End
Aiwass’s means of entering the Dream Realm, after all, amounted to just one kind.
——And that was Morgan’s Wonder House.
Although nowadays, Aiwass and Isabel didn’t really use its original functions… its role as a Dream Realm marker was increasingly useful.
With its presence, Aiwass and Isabel effectively gained a fundamental ability of a Dream Traversing Monk, able to enter the Dream Realm lucidly and move freely within its various regions.
This time, when Aiwass entered the dream, he brought Isabel along.
Although the Dream Realm was very dangerous, Isabel was now far from weak.
The ability to transform into any acquaintance and mimic the power to the Fifth Power Level was a considerable support for Aiwass. Like a master key, it could open any locked door.
However, when Aiwass and Isabel drank wine and awoke from their dream… they encountered someone unexpected yet quite reasonable inside Morgan’s Wonder House.
“I have been waiting for you for a long time.”
A whispering voice came through.
It was Morgan—she sat sideways on a wooden horse, quietly looking down at a book. At this moment, her mystical aura seemed to have faded somewhat, resembling a literary girl… if one ignored where she was sitting.
Seeing the two appear simultaneously, Morgan casually tossed the book into the air, allowing it to disperse into fragments.
The Lake Fairy turned around, smiling with hidden intentions, and said, “You actually came at night.”
“After all, I’ve indeed been very busy these past few days…”
Aiwass first responded to Morgan’s question, then asked in return: “Lady Morgan… why are you here?”
“It’s nothing… just that I have nowhere else to go. Our little Sun, mister.”
Morgan replied not too kindly, getting off the wooden horse, walking over to them, and sitting on the bed: “Although it was a gift I once gave you, it shouldn’t be a problem to let me hide here for a bit?”
“… Hide a bit?”
Aiwass felt a tightness in his heart and instinctively looked at Isabel.
Isabel guessed what Aiwass wanted to say, so she directly reached out and held his arm, slightly shaking her head to signal she was fine.
“Don’t worry, there’s no substantial danger—as long as you avoid the Shadow Nation.”
Seeing the small interaction between the two, Morgan slightly curved her lips upward: “I guess you’re not here to find Scáthach either.”
“Shadow Nation?”
Aiwass was momentarily stunned, a bit puzzled.
What does it have to do with the Shadow Nation?
Could it be that the Shadowy Celestial Marshal has been infected by the Void? The Path of Love indeed has its dangers…
So Aiwass nervously asked: “Is it related to… ‘that’?”
The “that” he referred to was the Void. He believed Morgan would understand.
Aiwass was uncertain whether calling out the name here would cause the other side to sense, like invoking a deity’s name.
After all, this was the Dream Realm, the “Divine Country where gods reside.” Calling out a true name here was even more responsive than in a temple. It used to be fine, but if the Void had now successfully invaded the Dream Realm, all actions could be dangerous.
Morgan nodded in response to Aiwass’s query.
Without waiting for further questioning, Morgan silently pointed out the window at the Sun.
…The Sun?
Coupling it with Morgan’s previous reference to him—[Little Sun], Aiwass understood.
——Could it be the Dawn Celestial Marshal leaked?
He considered the possibility that the Eternal Self might not hold out, wondered if the Shadowy Celestial Marshal might be contaminated, thought about whether the transition between the Great Sage and Odin could let the Void leak, even pondered if after Amber distributed the Strength to himself in this era, a gap was created… But he had not expected the first one to falter would actually be the Dawn Celestial Marshal of the Third Source River.
“… It’s only normal. After all, he’s responsible for closing the breach, just like inflamed skin fights off calamities for the body.”
Aiwass sighed, feeling solemn for this recently companionable Celestial Marshal.
“It’s not something newly contaminated.”
Morgan shook her head: “Rather, he’s been contaminated for a while… perhaps even before separating from the Eternal Self. He simply kept silently burning his body, constantly purging the meaningless disaster with divine agony. And recently…”
Recently, the consciousness of the Dawn Celestial Marshal had been summoned to the Material Realm to confront the Great Abyss’s consciousness.
Only due to being severely wounded in the struggle with the Dawn Celestial Marshal, becoming extremely weak, could Aiwass succeed in “possession.”
And precisely because his consciousness left the body, the Void seized the opportunity to enter, thoroughly contaminating the Dawn Celestial Marshal’s form.
“Is there a taboo? Or has something gone wrong with the Shadowy Celestial Marshal too?”
Isabel expressed some concern: “After all, even you had to escape here.”
“No, nothing’s wrong with Scáthach. Quite a few Phantom Demons are aware that the Dawn Celestial Marshal is twisted by some power—this sunlight has clearly grown cold, and those who bask in it experience strange visions, plants under its shine become vividly grotesque; anyone observing would feel something’s off. But hardly anyone knows its true nature.”
Morgan gently rubbed Isabel’s hair, her expression somewhat helpless: “Due to this, many Phantom Demons believe that even the sunlight of the Dream Realm is contaminated, all crowding into lightless regions… like the Shadow Nation. And this crowding has become a new sort of disaster… I’m not avoiding that thing, rather those panicked Phantom Demons.
“They know bits like ‘the Dawn Celestial Marshal is imprisoning the world’s most terrifying prisoner’, ‘just making eye contact becomes a part of the other’, ‘hence why the Sun is so dazzling, rendering one unable to stare directly’ and such myths. Perhaps it’s the terrifying embellishment in those myths that frightens even some newer deities.
“Though there are those who don’t take it seriously, and some know better and understand the truth… now the Phantom Demons roaming the Dream Realm should be far fewer. In that sense, your actions might actually be safer.”
… Do gods harbor suspicions too?
Aiwass found himself both amused and bewildered.
He clearly knew how the Void spreads—Void only disseminates through information, with language being the most common medium. Meaning, even if the Dawn Celestial Marshal were fully corrupted, or even controlled, as long as no conversation was held with him, one wouldn’t get infected.
“What about the Dawn Celestial Marshal?”
Aiwass expressed concern, and asked earnestly: “Should he be eradicated?”
“No need.”
Morgan instantly shook her head: “Regarding this, the Dawn Celestial Marshal had forewarned before descending.
“If something goes awry with him, he would burn his Self entirely when the new moon comes for the month he loses his problem…”
Burn his Self—
Upon hearing this, Aiwass and Isabel exchanged a shocked glance.
“…Will something happen?”
Isabel asked nervously.
“Before the next Sun rises, this world will face eternal night. Plants will perish, temperatures will plummet…”
The one answering was not Morgan, but Aiwass, his voice low: “Like the era the Elves experienced before the Sun rose… precisely the era ruled by the ‘Fool.'”