"And clearly, that person is me, not her."
At this point, Sunday paused slightly, gently opened his eyes, and a trace of tenderness flashed through his golden pupils before vanishing in an instant.
"Singing for the Order was never her true wish. Let me, as her elder brother, bear this matter instead."
"Mm… In that case, go ahead, my child. The moment of the opening is near. Go and usurp the authority of the Harmony. Reveal your retribution."
"Make your move. The one hundred and seven thousand three hundred and thirty-six souls of the Oak Family have dreamed of this moment for far too long…"
...
"This thing is so fast! Auntie Himeko, think of something quickly!"
Returning our view to the present, inside the Penacony Grand Theater, the Nameless guests were racing across the vast stage.
It had to be said that Dominicus, fused with Sunday, possessed truly astonishing speed that was somewhat difficult to handle.
Boom—!
The moment March 7th left her position, Sunday's attack followed right after, smashing a huge crater into the spot where the girl had just been.
Gulp—!
Looking at the chilling scene behind her, March 7th couldn't help swallowing hard. She truly dared not imagine what would have happened if that attack had landed on her body.
"Everyone, spread out! The power of the Resounding Choir is no different from an Emanator. Do not confront it head-on!"
Himeko still had some understanding of the embodiments of the Harmony.
The Harmony, as a collective Aeon from many celestial worlds, possessed countless embodiments. Of course, this did not mean every embodiment possessed Emanator-level power, but at least the one before them truly did!
"Auntie Himeko, what did you say?"
Because the sounds on the scene were too noisy—music, collisions, impacts…—various different sounds intertwined, making Himeko's voice seem somewhat drowned out.
"Damn it! The signal for the orbital weapons remains disconnected. I cannot call them…"
After dodging one of Dominicus's attacks, Himeko glanced at the control device on her wrist. Ever since a few system hours ago, the satellite she piloted had remained out of contact and unreachable.
This greatly limited her power. Facing the Emanator-level Dominicus before them, it now felt somewhat insufficient.
Thinking of this, two figures suddenly flashed through Himeko's mind.
Sigh, if Old Yang were here it would be great. And Mr. Yun Fan… I wonder where he is now. As an Emanator of Causality, he should surely be able to defeat Sunday, right?
...
"Achoo—!"
At the same time, on the Xianzhou Luofu, inside the Seat of Divine Foresight…
Old Yang, who was playing jade mahjong tiles, suddenly let out a heavy sneeze, nearly pushing out the tiles in front of him.
"Mr. Walter, have you caught a cold? Could it be that our Luofu hotel's hospitality was lacking, causing you to catch a chill… One Bing!"
Seeing Walter continuously rubbing his nose, Jing Yuan thought for a moment and asked tentatively.
"Not at all, General Jing Yuan. These past days, I have been living very well on the Xianzhou Luofu. The Xianzhou people have been very enthusiastic toward me and have taken excellent care of me. Truly worthy of a land of etiquette… Pong!"
Walter rubbed his slightly sore nose, gathered the three One Bing tiles in front of him into his hand, and casually played a One Chicken.
"Three Tiao! Logically speaking, at our level of existence, we generally do not get sick."
Feixiao played a Three Tiao and continued Walter's words.
Upon hearing this, the old General Huanyan laughed heartily: "Hahaha! I think someone must be thinking of Mr. Walter… Chow! Nine Wan!… After all, such things are quite mystical!"
...
Pulling the view back to Penacony once more. This time, however, our perspective is not inside the Penacony Grand Theater, but…
"Sunday has already made his move, but…"
Golden Hour 'Reality,' inside Robin's home…
Yun Fan used the authority of Causality to directly cast his gaze into the dream world, into the Penacony Grand Theater.
From the very beginning, the moment Sunday transformed into the Resounding Choir, the so-called "Ena's Dream" had already unfolded like a domain, enveloping all of Penacony and even the entire Asdana star system.
In a sense, the Nameless guests had already lost. From a real-world perspective, March 7th, Stelle, and Himeko at this moment were no different from the Penacony residents who had fallen to the ground. They too had fallen into an infant-like sleep.
And now, their battle against Sunday was also taking place inside a fabricated dream—one that Sunday had already woven into a sweet and beautiful ending for the Nameless guests.
It is worth mentioning that "Ena's Dream" did not affect Yun Fan. Or rather, when Sunday expanded the domain, he had deliberately bypassed Yun Fan's consciousness.
Of course, it was not only Yun Fan. Herta, Ruan Mei, and Firefly—who had only sneaked back into Penacony a few system hours ago—were also deliberately bypassed by Sunday.
The existence of free will would shake the foundation of "Ena's Dream." In the original worldline, Booty used this point to fire "Tiernan's Bullet" into the universe, summoning thousands upon thousands of Rangers and shaking the very root of "Ena's Dream."
As followers of the Hunt, every Ranger's strength could not be underestimated. This was precisely why the will of several thousand or even tens of thousands of Rangers could shake the foundation of "Ena's Dream."
Sunday was no fool. If he truly used the power of the Order to drag four Emanators whose strength was not inferior to his—or even stronger—into "Ena's Dream," then what awaited him would only be the collapse and disintegration of the dream world.
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