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Sunday had no doubt that 'Star-shatterer' could enter the Dreamscape of Association.
After all, her Harmony ability was quite strong.
They arrived at a decent room.
It had everything necessary; apart from not being luxurious, there was nothing to complain about.
'Star-shatterer' released the melody of attunement to touch the Dreamscape of Association that enveloped Penacony.
Perhaps at Sunday's instruction,
the normally solid barrier opened a channel for 'Star-shatterer'.
Allowing 'Star-shatterer' to fully enter.
'Star-shatterer' felt her vision blur.
She found herself in a place that resembled a prison but was noticeably much livelier.
But her appearance caused many people to look over in confusion.
Because...
"Why don't I have a face?"
'Star-shatterer' looked at a nearby mirror and realized she had become one of those faceless, humanoid figures, like a character that hadn't finished loading.
"Madam Star-shatterer? You... please vividly imagine your appearance, and try to control the Memoria to realize your thoughts, and then..."
Sunday looked surprised at this strange humanoid,
Was it because Star-shatterer was only recently born and lacked a firm sense of self-identity?
And 'Star-shatterer', guided by Sunday, completed her first dream-building process.
Transforming her appearance into 'Star-shatterer's form.
'Star-shatterer' created her own face.
It felt quite strange.
Sunday looked thoughtful but didn't say much more.
He led 'Star-shatterer' toward the Grand Theater.
Compared to the opulent Twelve Moments Dreamscape of the game,
the current Penacony was not yet that extravagant.
But compared to reality, it was indeed much tidier and prettier.
Comfortable sunshine, clean streets.
And pedestrians everywhere.
Although various factions were secretly fighting for power on Penacony,
it was still Penacony's development phase.
The Dreamscape of Association was gradually expanding, and Dreamweavers were slowly contributing to the beautiful dream.
However, the kaleidoscope-like ripples emanating from around the Grand Theater.
Looked exactly the same as in the game.
And 'Star-shatterer', in her current form, could clearly feel the power of the Stellaron within those ripples.
"I will take you up to see. As for how the Family manages the Stellaron, I think if it's you, you'll understand just by seeing it."
Sunday said this, summoning a small flying vehicle and taking 'Star-shatterer' up to the Grand Theater.
In this era, the Grand Theater did not host many performances, nor was its scale so grand.
It currently functioned more like a Penacony council hall.
And as she stepped inside the Grand Theater,
'Star-shatterer' did indeed have a different feeling.
The Stellaron itself was still in an activated state but was being suppressed by the power of Harmony.
It was even being utilized, turning the Stellaron's characteristic of blocking warp lanes on its head.
They used the power of Harmony to perform a sort of 'jamming' operation between the beautiful dream and the dangerous primeval dream.
Isolating the dangers within the Memoria.
A truly ingenious idea.
But also quite dangerous.
'Star-shatterer' possessed both Destruction and Harmony, so she quickly grasped the answer based on her understanding of the Paths.
It was exactly as Sunday had said; she could understand simply by being there.
However,
precisely because they used the Stellaron to protect this beautiful dream,
it was equivalent to using Harmony's power to spread the Stellaron's influence to everyone.
The dispersed Stellaron power was diluted within the Memoria to a level that wouldn't endanger ordinary people.
This was good, of course, but...
If the person themselves fell into despair, breakdown, losing hope in the world, or became self-destructive.
This tiny trace of Stellaron power could become the final straw that broke the camel's back.
And.
'Star-shatterer' glanced at Sunday:
"The Stellaron has been attempting to tempt you ever since you arrived on Penacony, hasn't it?"
Sunday gave a wry smile:
"Yes, and what's more terrifying is that when we try to use the power of Harmony to harness the Stellaron, the Stellaron, in turn, uses Harmony to continuously influence me."
Sunday's situation on Penacony was far worse than it appeared to others.
Fortunately, Mikhail's prestige was high enough, and he was willing to support Sunday.
"But Penacony cannot function without the Stellaron right now."
"Correct."
'Star-shatterer' slightly shook her head.
She couldn't do anything about this.
Destruction wouldn't perform delicate operations on something like a Stellaron.
More importantly, she couldn't stay on Penacony indefinitely.
So Sunday's eventual turn toward Order... was honestly hard to avoid.
She didn't believe a few sentences of talk therapy could completely persuade Sunday.
"Not leaving?"
"If I left, what would happen to them?"
Sunday shook his head.
If he wanted to leave, both he and Mikhail could withdraw at any time.
The only reason they didn't leave was that they were unwilling to.
'Star-shatterer' had nothing to say to this.
"I'll wander around on my own."
Sunday nodded at her words.
He stopped walking, no longer following.
...
Meanwhile,
Ifrit, who had been sent directly into Penacony by 'Star-shatterer', walked on this familiar ground.
He successfully located the secret signal he had agreed upon with Mikhail.
Just as Ifrit had never stopped thinking about how to save Penacony,
Mikhail had never believed Ifrit was truly dead. He always believed his comrade would return.
This almost delusional persistence.
Should have eventually faded into an unknown obsession over time.
But with 'Star-shatterer's intervention,
that persistence bore fruit.
Mikhail didn't know how he felt when he saw Ifrit's familiar yet strangely different face.
He only knew that he was so tired, truly exhausted.
He had neither Ifrit's martial strength nor Lazareen's wisdom, and certainly not the leadership ability of Hanu.
In the many years since losing his comrade,
Mikhail often questioned himself in the dead of night.
Was his choice right? Was everything he did correct?
Would Penacony truly become better by continuing in this direction?
Could the Family be trusted? Could the original inhabitants of Penacony still be trusted?
Countless questions lingered in his heart, yet he had no one to confide in.
Faced with the listless Mikhail,
Ifrit's eyes welled up with tears, and he laughed out loud:
"Mikhail, you look like a broken old man now."
"You don't look much better yourself, all stubble and despair."
After snapping back with a retort, Mikhail finally looked at Miss Camille.
The woman who had come with Ifrit also seemed to be a quite formidable martial artist.
"And this is?"
"Camille, a Galaxy Ranger."
"A Galaxy Ranger?"
"Yes, after I ran into the Swarm, the Galaxy Rangers saved my life. I've been traveling the universe with them ever since."
Ifrit patted Mikhail's shoulder.
After the greetings of a long-awaited reunion,
the two excitedly found a place and began recounting their separate stories.
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