The Hero, unaware of the heavy thoughts of the Dusk Fairy, bid her farewell and followed the imprints she left behind, embarking on the path to find the Evil-breaking Sword within the dreamscape.

Unlike the initially monotonous and desolate journey, after receiving the Sword's Blessing, the Hero and Depraved Hero saw a new side of the dream world.

In the Land of Dead Dreams, only the dreams ongoing should possess color, but since it was not yet night in reality, the two could only occasionally see a few spots of color before.

But now, in the dream world that should be interwoven with black and white, countless columns of light had appeared——

The intensity and color of the light columns varied and were distributed in a patterned and even manner. They dotted the monochrome land with vibrant colors.

To be precise, they did not just appear; these columns of light had always been present, only invisible to the Hero's human perspective.

These columns of light originated from Holy Artifacts.

They were condensed from the thoughts of faith and represented the spiritual brilliance of these sacred objects.

The Land of Dead Dreams gathered not only the remnants of dreams but also the subconscious forgetfulness and thoughts humans themselves are unaware of... Just as the human body constantly undergoes metabolism, shedding skin and hair, the spirit too continually generates discarded fragments.

All these eventually settle into this unreal yet truly existing Dreamlands.

Faith and prayers likewise sink into the Land of Dead Dreams.

This scene is one that only appears in a Holy City where cathedrals stand tall and only visible to those blessed by the Holy Sword.

——These columns of light turned into anchor points for humanity's prayers.

Ordinary people would not remember the contents of their daily prayers, but those sacred objects accepting faith and bearing thoughts would transform these intentions into a part of themselves, imprinting them into the Land of Dead Dreams.

Thus, in the torrent of time, even if believers themselves forget, the Holy Artifacts still remember those prayers, preserving the warmth and colors they once held.

Inorganic dreams belonging to sacred objects incompatible with the human consciousness...

"...Is this what the Holy Sword guards?" the Hero mused.

Since it's a dream, it's possible for the Great Demon to corrode it.

In theory, these columns of light are merely spectacles formed by the ritual sites of cathedrals and not autonomous actions of the spirit of those consciousness-less Holy Artifacts.

But for a being like the Dusk Fairy, at the pinnacle of sacred artifacts, to want to guard this radiance with countless prayers, is not hard to understand.

And after receiving Holy Sword Recognition, the Hero understood they had a chance to directly project their thoughts into one of these light columns, attempting to resonate with it.

Under normal circumstances, even a Bishop of a cathedral could not freely invoke the power of Holy Artifacts.

Believers seeking to harness the power of Holy Artifacts often have to undergo numerous trials to truly access the spirit of these objects.

This is indeed a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.

"But seeing it like this, the threat of that guy in the sea to the Holy City is greater than I imagined..." the Depraved Hero noted thoughtfully, then a glint of desire flashed in her red eyes as she looked towards the center of the Land of Dead Dreams.

"Why don't we just head over to the Central Holy Domain and try?"

Previously, only the unparalleled light of the Holy Sword could be seen in that area, like a star high in the sky, unreachable.

But now——

In the Hero's sight, several light columns appeared around the radiance of the Holy Sword, less illustrious but much stronger than those on the periphery, undeniably indicating even more powerful Holy Artifacts.

"What's the point of the broken sword? If we can't take the Holy Sword, can't we at least grab those legendary Holy Artifacts?" the Depraved Hero incited, greed unabashed in her eyes.

"Your idea is clearly insincere. It'll only lead to failure," the Hero said helplessly, seeing the other part of herself reduced to simpler intelligence due to greed.

"Sincerity, what sincerity? I'm the Saintess, isn't it an honor for them to let me use them?" the Depraved Hero retorted incredulously.

"...Don't be ridiculous, let's go." Seeing her completely devoid of self-doubt, the Hero silently admonished herself never to become like that.

Too lazy to argue with her other half, the Hero took her along for some time before stopping.

"...We're here."

In their bickering journey, they had unknowingly left the coast of the Land of Dead Dreams far behind.

Now, they arrived amidst ruins filled with remnants.

Twisted humanoid debris stood among them, the gray-red aura pervading the surroundings, stirring unease.

Ahead, a curiously dim light column pierced through the overhead structure, the outline of the Evil-breaking Church faintly appearing within the light.

Stepping over the twisted humanoid fragments amassed on the ground, they moved onward to see within the gray-red light column, the shadow of a broken sword quietly floating.

The color of the light column was extremely faint, like twilight after the sun had dipped below the horizon, carrying a melancholic presence beyond dusk.

It was like a candle flame about to burn out in the wind, tinged with repentance, blood, obsession...

The Hero knew this was the spiritual dream of the Evil-breaking Sword she had seen yesterday.

[So, who will polish away the rust?]

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