Nightmares return.

[You have been granted [Skill: Volukinesis]]

Was a notification that popped up in front of Zilla, who couldn't care less, as she gently scooped up Ivan into a princess carry and walked away, towards the exit with her eyes glimmering in a dangerous glint.

Noticing the glint in her eyes, not even Nu dared to stand in her path.

Nu's gaze followed after Zilla, who oozed an inapproachable ambience, and clenched her fists, thinking 'I have to get stronger than I currently am if I don't want to be left behind….'

With that thought in mind, she walked to the altar where the light, which she could see, brightened.

DING-!

[You have been granted [Skill: Toxokinesis]]

With that notification, Nu felt a connection with the poisonous and venomous attributed poiesis in the atmosphere. She could tell that if she wanted to, none of those in the room would be able to handle the extreme levels of toxicity in the atmosphere which she was now able to manipulate and even make the toxicity more potent.

'Though not too much, with this, I have gotten strong enough to hold back the berserk monsters for a few seconds by myself before His Majesty arrives…..' She estimated the level of the ability she gained, as she scaled her ability with the times of war back on the [Unknown World].

Satisfied, she rushed after Zilla, who was nowhere to be seen.

*

DING-!

DING-!

DING-!

DING-!

...

…..

Chimes of a [Catholic-RC] receiving constant notifications sounded, waking up the pitch-black haired man, who was seen sleeping on a comfortable pair of thighs of a dark skinned woman, who was gazing down at him with a gentle gaze.

As the chimes continued, the man laying grumbled in annoyance and "Shut up" He cursed, half asleep. He hugged the woman's waist and fell asleep once again, while the woman's skin complexion turned darker as she blushed violently.

*

An young man walked in between hills of corpses while completely covered in blood.

The sky was crimson, the lands were soaked in blood of seaweed green and dark violet colours. The said "young man" could be seen as everything else but that.

On top of his head were horns, unseen, but the "C"-shaped shape could be made out thanks to all the blood dripping from it.

His arms had blades made from intestine-like flesh extended out and coiled around his arms, seemingly making his arms a part of themselves; his hands weren't that far off from being blades themselves as they couldn't even made out to be arms if not for his human-like fingers that hadn't turned into something nonhuman.

His thighs, calves, and feet were also coiled by the intestine-like flesh and muscles which were contracting and releasing, thumping or pumping in other easier words, similarly to the muscles in a human's body.

He had a thick tail whipping out from his tailbone; pitch-black, light-devouring scales were seen marring his blood dyed chiselled, athletic, lean, and ready for combat body. His neck, chest, abdomen, tail, and back, were covered in scales, while subtle amount of softer and smaller seeming scales covered his forehead, cheekbones, jawlines, and elongated ears.

His spinal vertebrates had their spinous process' protruding out of his back, curling up with their ends sharpened sharper than the sharpest blades, creating a monstrous image to describe him.

His irises were glowing in a brightest white glimmer, as his vertically dilated pupils were dyed in pitch-black, as they seemed to devour light itself, and finally, his sclera too was coloured in pitch-black; completing his monstrous image.

As he looked around the caved in land which he was still walking out of even after minutes had passed, he saw blood-falls, caves, and ravines he had created as he fought, but he seemed to care for none of it, as he felt nothing except for pain, inwardly.

After reaching the top edge, he turned around to gaze at the "Pit of Death" he had created. It was thousands of meters long, with hundreds of meters depth; staring down at from an edge, he felt like an ant looking down at a dried up well.

The only difference between him and the ant was the fact that the "pit" he was gazing down at, was created by him.

As his gaze wandered in search of something and halted upon reaching the middle of the corpses that were sprawled around, creating a maze-like pattern.

He exhaled softly as he crouched and leaned forward slightly. His thighs thumped as they increased in size, as if it was balloon being inflated, before with a strong push that happened within his thighs, he took a huge and high leap forward as the footing he stood on caved-in.

BOOOOM-!

The leap led him to a certain height in the crimson skies before he began to free fall, winging himself towards the centre of the maze of corpses where another circle created from corpses was seen.

Before long,

BOOM-!

PACH!

SPLATTER!

...

…..

A miniature blood rain was created by the force at which he landed in the middle. The blooded land rippled out from beneath his feet and flung most of the corpses of monsters, beasts, and demons of all kinds and sizes, out of the way.

He raised his gaze which was aimed at the ground until an extremely familiar figure marred in wounds, bruises, cuts, stabs, and profuse red blood came into sight. Warm, pitch-black coloured, tears which had turned cold trickled out of his eyes while the feeling of extreme suffocation engulfed him whole, making it harder for him to even take a breather.

His knees trembled as they turned weak and made him kneel before the sight he never wanted to see, alas….

He opened his mouth and

"Na-"

*

"-ra!!!" Ivan jolted awake a he screamed out half of his wife's name. His body was drenched in perspiration and his right hand was stretched out as if reaching out to something or somebody.

POKE-!

He felt something sharp poke his back and since his nightmare had just "started," he was on edge and sensitive to things that didn't happen in the nightmare, hence

WHOOOSH-!

He instantly turned to face behind him, gazed at the neck of the figure in front of him and slammed it down as he raised his clenched right fist and glared at the figure pinned down on the bed(?), ready to punch at the figure's head at the slightest suspicious moment.

"…..Zilla…" Ivan muttered and released the grip around her neck.

[How many times have I told you!! Dodge if I attack you next time!! Since the next time I might not be sane enough to want to identify anybody after my nightmare!!] Ivan yelled at her in [Demonic Language] as he glared down at the silly woman, who had a gentle smile as he cursed at her, worriedly.

[What are you smile for!?] Ivan cursed in annoyance; it was only an instance before a sharp sigh escaped his mouth and demeanour changed drastically.

'Do not put yourself at danger for me' He said in sign language, noticing which, Zilla sighed and pouted as Ivan leaned back and sat on bed with his clothes drenched in sweat.

[What are you pouting for!!?] Ivan exclaimed at Zilla as he reached out for her head and pulled her closer into a hug.

BA-THUMP!

BA-THUMP!

...

…..

Ivan could hear her loud heartbeats as her head rested on his chest with her face burning scarlet. Her eyes teared up as her lips curled slightly, forming a smile as she bit her lower lip, trying to hold back from sobbing out loud.

[You know that I'm immune to [Sins] for a few seconds after my nightmare. The current me can only offer this much….] Ivan said as in a whisper and planted a kiss on top of her head as a slight display of affection.

Zilla was an existence that has been with him for 240,133 years, 1 month, and 3 days. Not even Nara, his wife spent that much time with him, of course, he didn't really compare nor did he amount their feelings, it was just that he loved his wife a bit too much, and forgetting her was impossible for obvious reasons.

He wasn't an emotionless retard, he too felt Zilla's feelings for all those years, and even wanted to reciprocate those feelings in the likes, but his [Sins] and his [Curse], which grew stronger with his abilities and his existence, didn't allow him to give voice to his feelings for her.

The only moment he was able to ignore everything that was stopping him was the next instance after his nightmare ended, but as he grew stronger, the nightmare grew more horrendous until it came to a point he couldn't even bear to see those things happening to his wife and children even in a nightmare, hence he stopped sleeping and thanks to his level of existence, sleep became a liability which Ivan ignored entirely.

But,

Those things changed for him the moment a seal was placed on his existence.

He was now an, one of a kind, mortal.

Who was unbelievably weak; weaker than an infant, maybe.

It was currently unknown whether he would sleep or not, now that his nightmares have returned thanks him regaining his [Magic Power], but he needed sleep until he became strong enough to not need them anymore.

Until then, if possible and if the situation allowed it, he wanted show Zilla his affection for her.

Even if it wasn't at a level she displayed hers.

A shiver ran down his spine, together with a strong urge to embrace Zilla more. His breathing quickened and his heart thumped against his chest as if it wanted to jump out of its indispensable restraints.

"Haa….haa…."

Understanding that the time was up, Ivan gently pushed Zilla back by her shoulders as he huffed out warm puffs of breaths, resisting his urge. Even though Zillaa wouldn't mind, Ivan didn't want to reciprocate her feelings by venting his lust and frustrations on her, hence he had no choice but to hold his urges back.