In an instant, a thin white line seemed to cut the fabric of reality. Starting in the air above the highest spire of the Palace, it plummeted down and plunged into the dark waters. A cold wind blew across the Eternal City, and the lake rippled.
For a moment, silence enveloped the world.
Then, the radiant line burst open, expanding into a vast, towering Dream Gate.
For the first time in thousands of years, pure sunshine illuminated the vast expanse of the Eternal City.
Sunny grimaced, shielding his eyes from the bright light. Standing in the runic circle, Nightwalker stared at the radiant rift in the fabric of reality with wide eyes.
"What… kind of Nightmare Gate… how is this…"
Just then, a dark silhouette revealed itself from the blinding radiance, and his eyes widened even more.
"A... a ship? It's a flying ship!"
His tone, which was usually aloof and strangely indifferent, sounded genuinely excited. In fact, it was almost enraptured.
