The tall Angel stood on the grassland, and within the range of radiant light, black mists rose from the bushes, the expelled Power of Nightmare burning to ashes in the Holy Light. The withered plants regained their vitality, and the dew-tipped blades of grass now reflected a sacred sheen.
The overly powerful first resident of Dreamland had the management in a bit of a bind.
Kristo made a suggestion.
"Having him as the final boss is doable, but we need to introduce a series of restrictions, and prepare a plot-based kill. For example, after the players weaken him by ten percent of his health, the City Guard hounds of the Holy Light would jump out and try to persuade the final boss to surrender," he said.
"You're not done yet, are you?" Lyle was certain this was a demonstration of the Blue Dragon's personal malice towards him.
