Magus Of The Endless

Ultimatum

The barbarian glared at the old man before looking back at Dream.

Dream just stood there. His aura also retracted. He felt no need to continue to display his power to these people. The image of that old man spoke for itself.

His mortal shell was formed over his cosmic form, turning Dream back from a galactic existence to an ordinary man. And using his spatial power, he was able to obscure his soul, preventing the class 6's from seeing it clearly.

The citizens of the clan below had all also emerged from their buildings, looking up at the sky. They had been alerted by the patriarch's bellow, and hundreds of thousands had seen Dream's cosmic form. Now, they saw him enter a standoff with the patriarchs of the clan. This was a monumental event.

"...I apologize for what our fellow patriarch has done to what was close to you. But you must understand that he cannot die for the sake of our clan."

The barbarian spoke cautiously. Dream nodded at his statement.

"Yes, his death would indeed be ver