At this moment, a ferocious shadowy silhouette continuously emerged from the air, constantly changing its shape. It wildly agitated the tendrils around it, while myriad eyes materialized and vanished in the air without warning.
With the naked eye alone, its true form could not be witnessed.
Yet anyone with consciousness could sense it—something, something terrifying, like death, like a nightmare, had arrived!
The shadows danced, sweeping across the area.
In an instant, Andrea was sent flying, crashing through layers of deck plating and landing in the burning ruins.
Mold and mutations rapidly emerged on her arms, crawling upwards and spreading over her face.
This could hardly be considered a strike.
The dying Ruler, the Rotten Dream Queen who had lost her Dreamland and the shell she inhabited, did not even notice this assailant, reacting instinctively as one might twitch from a mosquito bite.
And yet Andrea was utterly defeated, severely injured, and struggling to breathe.
