The originally fair and delicate hands, which did not seem like they should belong to a boy, suddenly became faint and translucent.
Yes, exactly as the words suggested. Not only Misha's hands, but his entire body suddenly became "faint and translucent," as if it could disappear at any moment.
"Mikhail… Senior Misha, you…"
Seeing Misha's current state, March 7th lightly covered her mouth, her eyes full of worry and concern.
"Miss March, I'm fine."
Misha gently shook his head, indicating that she should not worry about his body. Then he picked up his weapon again. His bright pupils looked with some gravity toward the far end of the theater that had disappeared into the light.
Misha—or rather, the intuition of Mikhail's embodiment—told him that something extremely terrifying was currently being nurtured within the light at that far end.
"Our time is short. Don't worry about my body, Miss March. Let's quickly go help Himeko and Stelle."
With that, Misha took the lead. In a few swift steps, he rapidly arrived beside Himeko. He swung his weapon, and with a flash of blue light, "Is," which had already been "tormented" by Himeko beyond recognition, instantly disintegrated into scattered fragments.
"In the name of Destruction—Ha!"
At the same time, Stelle's eyes sharpened while fighting "Ever Shall Be." In a breath, the dual Path powers of Destruction and Preservation erupted together. Accompanied by the swing of her bat, she heavily smashed apart "Ever Shall Be"'s head.
"Little March, Stelle, Senior Misha—are you all okay?"
After dealing with "Was," "Is," and "Ever Shall Be," the Trailblazer team that had split up regrouped.
"I'm fine. I'm the Galactic Baseballer after all!" Stelle put her hands on her hips and showed what she thought was a very cool smile.
"Pfft—!"
Seeing this, Himeko couldn't help laughing. "Yes, yes~ Stelle is now the famous Galactic Baseballer across the universe."
"I'm fine too, Auntie Himeko."
March 7th shook her head, then let her gaze fall on Misha. Her face showed a hesitant expression.
"I'm fine, Miss March, so there's no need to worry…"
Seeing March 7th's gaze land on him, Misha revealed a gentle smile. However, before he could finish speaking, March 7th forcefully interrupted him.
"No! Senior Misha, your body suddenly became transparent earlier, faint and translucent, as if it would completely disappear in the next second! That was too terrifying!"
Upon hearing March 7th's words, Himeko's gaze also involuntarily fell on Misha. Stelle did the same. After all, according to Little March's description, this sounded like a serious problem.
"I…"
Under everyone's gazes, Misha felt somewhat uncomfortable. He opened his mouth slightly, about to answer their questions. However, at that moment, a powerful Imaginary energy fluctuation came from the depths of the theater. The nearly tangible energy stirred up a fierce gale that nearly knocked the unprepared group off their feet.
"What powerful force… It looks like Sunday has completed his transformation…"
Misha shielded his forehead with his arm, his eyes full of gravity. Looking against the light, a towering figure appeared within the radiance.
"I have understood your resolve. Now I grant you all the right to gaze directly at the sun."
Sunday's voice came from the void once more. Unlike before, his tone now carried an extra layer of majesty and holiness, as if possessing some special magic that made it difficult for people to harbor thoughts of opposing him.
"Upon these one hundred and seven thousand three hundred and thirty-six cornerstone rocks, O all-powerful strings of Harmony!"
"Be used by me—!"
Countless rays of light shone down upon the theater. For a moment, even the Nameless guests present were dazzled by the sudden brilliance and found it hard to open their eyes.
Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh—!
Accompanied by countless sounds of breaking air, puppets of the Order rose up. If counted carefully, it was not difficult to discover that there were exactly one hundred and seven thousand three hundred and thirty-six of them, corresponding precisely to the one hundred and seven thousand three hundred and thirty-six compatriots of the Oak Family.
The previously shattered "Was," "Is," and "Ever Shall Be" were revived under the pull of countless threads and slowly rose into the high air.
The moment they touched the "sun," they dissipated like melting snow before the "sun." Their souls converged and ultimately transformed into a single sacred existence of white and gold.
"—The Chordmaster of the Resounding Choir!"
"Its name: Resounding Choir—Dominicus!"
The Resounding Choir descended. A magnificent harmonious melody arrived in the world. Dominicus held a conductor's baton. Musical notes leaped into the air with his movements, frolicking freely like dancing sprites.
"What… what is this big guy?"
Staring at the Resounding Choir before her, March 7th's words became somewhat stuttered. She had only felt this level of oppressive pressure once before—on the Xianzhou Luofu, from the Emanator of Destruction, Phantylia.
Phantylia, the Emanator of Destruction who had received Nanook's personal blessing. Did that mean the big guy that Sunday had transformed into also possessed Emanator-level power?
Hmm? Why did Little March know it was Sunday who transformed?
Come on, although March 7th didn't know what this thing originally looked like, right now it had two pairs of large wings on its head. No matter how you looked at it, it was clearly a Halovian.
"This is…"
Staring fixedly at the Resounding Choir before her, Himeko, as the Navigator, also felt unprecedented pressure.
"Resounding Choir… the embodiment of Harmony. Could it be that usurping the embodiment is the true purpose of this 'Harmony Ceremony'?"
...
Three system hours before the opening of the 'Harmony Ceremony,' Penacony Grand Theater…
"My child, have you truly made up your mind?" Dreammaster Gopher Wood flapped his wings and landed behind Sunday.
Sunday: "…Yes, I have decided."
Sunday lowered his head, looked at the photo in his hand, and gently closed his eyes.
"We have no way back. Someone has leaked news of the Order. Now, the secret between you and me has spread among the various Families. Even the IPC has begun assembling their warships."
"Mm, I know."
Sunday nodded lightly.
"I have resolved to take Robin's place and become the God-chosen one who harmonizes all sounds. Just as you said, Teacher, the two of us are twins of the Order. Fate has decreed that one of us will walk the path of the Order…"