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Dream raised his arms, his cosmic gaze locking onto the old man. The hellish aura around him spread throughout the battlefield.

"You call yourself death incarnate? No, this is real death. Gaze upon this horror. Death does not discriminate between good and evil, innocence or corruption, friend or foe. I don't know of the souls you have destroyed or your moral character. But I also don't care. You have threatened what's close to me. So whether now or in the future, I will bring real death upon you, and there is nothing you can do to stop me."

"Y-you..."

The old man stuttered as Dream took a step toward him. From the depths of his soul, he was dreading the aura that Dream released.

Truly, this dark manifestation could be considered death itself. Even the ground below, originally covered with grass and vitality, had withered and died simply because of this aura. The only reason the armies of class 4's hadn't died as well was that Dream didn't will it.

But this wasn't why the old man was f
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