I Became a Gallery Newbie Beloved by Transcendents

Ophelia was fully aware that this was a dream.

For a mage of Sixth Rank or higher, that wasn’t exactly a difficult realization.

And she also knew exactly when this dream was taking place.

There weren’t many times when Elena de Brinier—the "Sword of Light"—was this genuinely enraged.

Elena opened her mouth, her face and body smeared with blood and bits of flesh.

There had only been a few instances where Elena's gaze had ever sunk this dark and heavy.

Ophelia was certain:

This dream was depicting the aftermath of clearing Floor 66 on Hard Mode.

"Was I wrong, Ophelia?"

The Archmage.

Ophelia shook her head.

Just like back then, her answer would be the same in any situation.