Academic gathering with Lich colleagues

"The fourth brother took her out to play."

Farja said with a smile, "Fourth Uncle really likes children."

"No, he hates it. He's just being chased around by Tiffany. You should say, as expected of your daughter, the clever little monster immediately picked out the easiest one to bully."

Farja proudly curled her nose.

Footsteps interrupted the conversation. From the cave behind the three of them, an old man with a bird's nest on his head, dressed in tattered clothes and sporting dark circles under his eyes ran out of the cave. He laughed when he saw Farga.

"We did it, my dear daughter!"

“I have found the bridge between dreams and the soul, just as you described.”

“I have found that deep sea of ​​the soul! We can draw strength from dreams, and our people will be transformed. Perhaps we should call ourselves the children of dreams, the dream spirits.”

Chapter 815 Nightmare

The pitch-black tides meander through the lightless abyss, and a few stars fall onto the only lonely island.

Falga shook off the light particles clinging to his body; some of the fragmented dreams fell onto the deserted island, while others rolled into the dark sea. The elven elders, who had never delved into dreams before, marveled at everything around them, looking at Falga with a completely new perspective.

"Guarding the dream is the responsibility of the Green Dragon Priest. Irason taught me the ways of druids and nature, and I must guard the door she has become in the dream, preventing the chaotic thoughts of the evil god from corrupting people's minds."

"I never met the green dragon in the real world; our communication and learning took place entirely in my dreams."

The elder elf bent down and touched the uneven ground beneath his feet, covered with a layer of fuzzy grass. The consciousness had already dissipated. The elder sighed and muttered to himself, "Thank you for your guidance of Falgar."

After speaking, he stood up, his scrutinizing gaze shifting between his adopted daughter and the third son. "What is this so-called experiment you're talking about?"

Farga snapped her fingers and pulled a branch from the soil of the original dream. Its roots were black, its stem was a gradually brightening gradient, and its top was a shining gold, just like the dream fragments that adorned the top of the head.

"The chaotic thoughts of the evil god are endless. This is the dream power I extracted from the tides. After removing the meaningless whispers, what remains is the nourishment we need to expand our minds. Elves can take root in the evil god's mind and draw nourishment from the god's brain."

What an arrogant guardian! The dragon gave her the duty to protect the dream, yet she used this duty to steal and seek personal gain.

"Too dangerous! Falga, look at our feet, look around us. Even from the small corner we can see, can't you recognize what an evil god is? We're bleeding from the back of a behemoth, like tiny mosquitoes. This dragon has its reasons for wanting to close the dream gate, but you... are trying to cut corners."

"I really don't know where your arrogant and ignorant attitude comes from!" The elder, with a thick neck and a flushed face, rebuked his queen.

The second and third brothers quickly mediated, patting their elder brother's back and standing between the two. The third elder carefully announced the results of the experiment, patting his chest to assure that the dream power he absorbed through the druidic magic taught by Falgar had no side effects and even slightly improved his spellcasting ability.

Farja smiled broadly, turning to look at the dark abyss in the distance, her profile outlined by specks of light. "I will not fear the fallen gods, nor will I hesitate because of the fragments of gods. Time marches on, and will naturally choose the stronger race."

“My foster father, my teachers. I am not asking for your consent, but rather, in the name of the Queen, I command you to assist me in opening up a new land for the elves.”

The elven elders exchanged glances, concealing their anger and worries, and bowed in unison, their voices immediately reaching a consensus.

"By your will, my Queen."

The Grand Elder raised his head, his solemn expression shifting as if he were a completely different person. "Is there anything you need us to do?"

“Consolidate.” Falgar stretched out his palm, palm down, the five fingers causing a vibration as he pressed down. Soon, the group felt the isolated island beneath their feet rise, isolating them from the deep sea. “I will raise land with the tides, expanding our territory with the power of dreams. As the earliest druid elders, you must fortify our territory, making it a unified whole with the Dream Gate. In this way, in our dreams, my people will also have a kingdom to enhance themselves—the Emerald Dream.”

The seawater washed away the soil, and the elders watched in astonishment as clods of earth flew up before them. Under Falgar's command, they joined the Dream Gate, waving their hands to scatter greenery. Plant roots and fluttering seeds connected the land together.

"The Green Dragon Priest is even more magnificent than I imagined."

“No, this is the talent of the Dreamwalker,” Falgar corrected her exclaiming. “The battle with the Illusionist Queen gave me new inspiration. The Dreamwalker’s specialness lies not only in giving me an unsettling aura of fear, but also in the ability to freely control dreams. The strong one isn’t the Dragon Priest, it’s me!”

The second and third elders praised Falgar in great cooperation, and the first elder, during a brief chat, brought forth the first oak tree in the Emerald Dream. Absorbing the free dream power to replenish his energy, he resumed his druidic work.

"Why not call the fourth brother over too? More people mean more strength."

"Tiffany slept for ten hours."

"what?"

Farga turned around and said solemnly, "Tiffany slept for ten hours and is full of energy now. Someone has to help her expend more energy, otherwise I will suffer tonight. Or you can replace Fourth Father."

The elders, who had all been fathers themselves, chose to remain silent and continued working as if nothing had happened.

Together, the group quickly earned the name "Emerald Dreamland." The plants here were as lustrous as jewels, each green leaf glistening with moisture. Farga even sculpted some spirits and small animals, which chirped merrily and disappeared into the dense, lush forest. Tall, ancient trees unlike anything in reality, crystal-clear streams, and a refreshing fragrance filled the air; flowers bloomed, catching the water droplets sliding from the veins of leaves.

Several druids stood quietly, listening to the sounds of the forest.

"No problem."

"All that could be heard was joy."

"This is healthier than any sound I've ever heard in the dream forest."

"Everyone will love it here."

Satisfied with their accomplishment, the group rested contentedly, and the elders took out their musical instruments, preparing to play an impromptu piece.

A clear ticking sound drowned out the other sounds of the forest.

The druids were somewhat confused. They looked around and saw black mud splattered on Falgar's white dress.

Enormous claws hooked onto the tree trunk, and a colossal, black beast hung upside down atop the Elf Queen's head. It wore a wooden helmet shaped like deer bones, possessed a body as robust as a lion, and dripped black saliva from its mouth. It was not a native of the Emerald Dream, but a hostile intruder. A dream devoid of life could not possibly create such a ferocious monster.

The elder's angry shout and the beast's roar blended together, and a huge shadow descended from the sky, completely engulfing Falga.

……

All around was black, and Falga wondered if she had fallen into a chaotic abyss. Her thoughts were unhindered and unchanging, and there were no eerie whispers; at least she was safe. The Dreamwalker could still be touched, which gave the Elf Queen even more courage.

Farja gazed into the surrounding darkness and tentatively fired a wooden spike. There was no response, no tactile sensation of hitting anything; this black area completely isolated her mind.

"It's still a dream, a different dream, a dream within a dream."

After several attempts, Farja chose to conserve his energy, knowing that whoever had dragged him here would eventually show up.

"A body that doesn't know fear, you should be grateful for your flaw, Falga." A person emerged from the black mud, a familiar voice, a familiar appearance, but the smile—Falga said that such a smile was too ugly because it was so ferocious.

It shouldn't appear on another version of yourself.

A pitch-black Farga appeared before Farga.

Farga complained as she faced her own evil imitation.

"Could you please make a slit in your long skirt? The thought of my lower body being stuffed into a container that looks like a sealed bottle is pretty scary."

Black Farga clicked her tongue and tore the hem of her skirt to reveal her long legs.

"I have fulfilled your last words, you ignorant one."

"Now go die."

Chapter 816 Dissociative Identity Disorder

She was as innocent as a newborn, a fact Falga recognized from Blackfalga's beastly attacks. The Elf Queen only needed to raise her hand, and vines conjured out of thin air would block the Nightmare's attacks; a casual flick would tear her limbs apart with effortless ease. But this couldn't change the current situation; a sealed darkness imprisoned the two together. Falga couldn't leave, while her opponent was repairing her mangled body.

She was growing, and Falga clearly sensed it. From her initial chaotic attacks to tentative pokes, and now, controlling the collisions between her dark thorns and her own plants. The imposter was mimicking her growth trajectory. Watching her, Falga could quickly recall her own development; she was becoming more and more like herself. Expressions, demeanor, temperament, and habits—the final difference was only the color of her skin. She retained the black she so disliked; it was the only thing Nightmare truly possessed.

Farga wove a high chair from branches, hugged her legs, and gazed at the other side. This dark space was divided in two by growing plants, and Farga and Nightmare looked at each other through the gap. How long this struggle lasted, a minute or an hour, no one remembered; time had no meaning in dreams.

She couldn't do anything to him, Farga thought to herself. If the other her was just a clone of her own power, then this battle would continue forever.

Staring in the mirror for so long caused Farja's thoughts to drift far away. She watched that angry face turn smug, then serious, then indifferent. Finally, she realized that their thoughts had become somewhat synchronized, as if they had become twins.

"Where did you come from?"

“In God’s mind, you don’t think that theft goes unpunished, do you?” Blackfalga smiled. “I am the punishment that Father God has given you. I will take your place and become the new queen, allowing the elven race to merge into the deep sea.”

Simply imitating me won't make you who I am.

“Of course not. There can only be one Elf Queen in the world. Before, it was you, and in the future, it will be me.” Black Falga spread her arms, gesturing for her to pay attention to this dark space. Unbeknownst to her, the boundaries of the darkness had already shrunk. “The predation process has begun. Without your notice, I have already learned your memories, your mind, and your abilities from your dreams. This darkness will eventually merge you and me. I will devour your personality and occupy the Queen’s soul and body. I am not a fake; I am Falga, the Nightmare Falga.”

Falka twisted her body, her lunging form passing through the protective netting, appearing before Nightmare in the blink of an eye. The snaking thorns, like chainsaws, severed the elf's attacking arm. Nightmare, with a strange expression, "ate" the hand that was pressed against its chest into its body. Despite losing an arm, Falka's expression became one of delight, more of a look of surprise than joy.

“I’ve touched it, your inner self.” With her remaining left hand pointing at Nightmare, Falgar revealed a victorious expression. “You are empty inside. You are just a vessel, a vessel that exists to contain me.”

Farja's words provoked Nightmare's anger. She slowly approached the isolation net, her delicate face fragmented by the net's shadow. "Be smug, for soon you'll lose all room for thought."

Ignoring the threat of the nightmare, Falka leaned against the shrinking edge of darkness, her body completely sucked in, unable to move, like a fish on a chopping board. Her expression was calm and composed, the released druidic power creating a flower field around her, and Falka nestled among the flowers, settling into a comfortable position.

“Before I was born, an elder prophesied that the new queen would be twin sisters who would love and hate each other. My parents didn’t like the latter part, but they were happy to have twin daughters. They vowed to discipline us gently and try their best to avoid the cruel prophecy. I found it amusing to hear the elder’s recollection and thought my parents were such innocent and optimistic people.”

“They thought I had a twin sister, they thought I would be replaced, but little did they know, the bloodiest part of the prophecy had already been fulfilled. My mother gave birth to one child, one alive and one stillborn. My sister died of suffocation in my mother's womb, and when she was born, my umbilical cord was wrapped around her neck. My frail mother witnessed the tragedy and died of grief, while my father went mad with grief. He must have hated me immensely because my birth brought death to the whole family. The dead are remembered, and the newborn are hated.”

"Take the life of your sister and turn everything of her into your own nourishment."

"The fusion of life and death, the death of my sister is the beginning of my destiny. Falga is talented, Falga is powerful, Falga is the only one to be fused, the only Elf Queen."

“I have always believed that my sisters reside in my soul, and this is the source of what makes me different.”

As Falga's narration neared its end, the dark space shrank to its limit, the Nightmare's face was inches away, their spirits intertwined, and the Nightmare tasted pure sorrow. Black mud and flowers mingled, and the Nightmare cupped Falga's face in his hands, forehead to forehead, nose to nose, feeling each other's breath, waiting for the darkness to merge them.

“I will inherit everything from you, Farja.”

"There's no need to be sad anymore. You're no longer alone. I... am your sister."

The corrupting ritual collapsed into a singularity, and moments later, darkness exhaled two figures. The two, who looked alike, both had long emerald green hair and delicate bodies; they were embracing each other, fast asleep.

One of them awoke, detaching from her embrace. Black armor now clad her entire body, transforming the delicate girl into a cold, ruthless woman. From the gaps in the armor, Susanna's fury seemed capable of burning the lying dragon priest through.

You lied to me!

Yawning, the energetic green dragon priestess opened her eyes. Looking at Susanna's tall figure, she opened her arms and rushed over.

"My dear sister!!"

Thinking of piercing her with thorns, her body moved against her will, embracing the green dragon priestess. A warmth spread through her heart, an uncontrollable emotion almost overflowing. Suppressing a laugh, Susanna gritted her teeth and questioned the liar in her arms.

“I didn’t eat you all.” She thought she had completed the Father God’s task, but who knew that Falga would tear her personality apart in the end, splitting it into two parts: a stern, cold, resolute, and steady side, and the opposite side.

The green dragon priest blinked and rubbed her face against her sister's chest.

“But you also ate the best part of Falgar. I’m full of lazy, gluttonous, and decadent traits. You got the better deal, Susanna.” With an air of elder sisterhood, the green dragon priest sighed helplessly and spread her arms out as if to be generous. “Alright, alright, then let’s eat again. Come on, come on, my sister.”

Susanna's personality was shaped by the nightmares. She inherited some of Farga's power, the queen's responsibility to her people, a mother's love for her daughter Tiffany, and her dependence and intimacy with her other half. Susanna had absolutely no intention of harming her other half, let alone erasing her existence.

The empty shell that served as a vessel found its own existence. Compared to the emotions that filled her heart, the task given by the slumbering one was utterly insignificant. She chose betrayal, calling out to her sister, her beloved, with overwhelming emotion.

"Irason!"

“Great! Susanna! That’s right! We are sisters, Susanna and Irason, we are inseparable sisters. Only by merging can we become that terrifying Elf Queen Falga.”

“Now, we are twin queens.”