"I wonder if, with my intervention now, Himeko and the others can still wake up on their own inside the dream. If not, then I'll have to pull them out myself."
Yun Fan let out a soft sigh, then concentrated once more. Using the authority of Causality, he peered into the dreams of Himeko and the others—the dream where they were battling Sunday.
Inside the dream…
"This singing is so eerie. It feels like it's affecting my mind…"
March 7th shook her head forcefully, as if trying to fling the soul-striking melody out of her mind.
"This is the power of Tuning. Everyone be careful—do not let this power influence you. Once controlled by Tuning, you will inevitably become a puppet of the Order!"
While dodging Dominicus's attacks, Himeko still remembered to warn March 7th, Stelle, and the others.
"Everyone, leave the power of Tuning to me. Focus on fighting Sunday!"
Misha shouted urgently, then placed his hand on his chest. In an instant, a gentle fluctuation spread outward with the youth at the center.
"This is…"
Stelle looked at her own body and saw a faint golden energy lightly covering her skin. Immediately, the girl felt all fatigue swept away, replaced by an unprecedented sense of lightness.
At the same time, the bewitching melody was isolated by the barrier and no longer affected everyone's minds.
"The power of the Trailblaze… Mr. Watchmaker, you are a person worthy of respect."
Gazing at Misha behind the Nameless guests, who was radiating gentle golden light, Sunday slightly lowered his head to express his respect.
How could he not see what state Misha was currently in?
A body composed of memetic matter, carrying the "Memokeeper memetic entity" that embodied the Watchmaker's entire life.
Theoretically, as a "Memokeeper memetic entity," he should have possessed an extremely long lifespan. If nothing unexpected happened and the dream world did not perish, Misha would be immortal.
Yet now, in order to fight him, Misha had repeatedly overexerted his power. Once this battle ended, he would likely dissipate completely after exhausting all his strength.
"Power of Preservation! Power of Destruction!"
Taking advantage of the moment Sunday slightly bowed in respect, Stelle seized the opportunity. She grabbed her baseball bat and smashed it fiercely toward Sunday's head—or rather, Dominicus's head at this moment.
At the same time, as Stelle leaped high, the dual Path powers of Preservation and Destruction surged forth together, rushing into the ancestral baseball bat in the girl's hands.
In an instant, two different—and even opposing—Path powers intertwined and intertwined, blooming with dazzling light.
"One swing to rule the world!"
With a roar-like shout, Stelle's baseball bat instantly transformed into a giant bat dozens of meters long and slammed heavily onto Dominicus's head.
Boom—!
A world-shaking impact resounded above the Penacony Grand Theater. Powerful shockwaves spread outward with the two at the center, stirring up rolling clouds of dust.
When the dust settled, the scene left March 7th—and even Himeko—unable to stop themselves from opening their mouths slightly.
On the theater stage, Stelle still maintained her swinging posture, while a huge crack had appeared on the head of the Harmony embodiment, the Resounding Choir Dominicus.
"Ha—!"
Stelle poured out all her strength. The crack on the Resounding Choir's head grew larger and larger. The next second, a shattering sound rang out. This embodiment of the Harmony, comparable to an Emanator, split open from the middle like a paper tiger.
March 7th: "∑(O_O;)"
Himeko: "∑(;°Д°)"
Misha: "( ꒪Д꒪)ノ"
Everyone present was shocked. March 7th's mouth opened so wide it seemed she could fit a pear inside.
Misha was no better; his face was also filled with shock.
Although this body was an embodiment of Mikhail, he was currently still a youth. His emotional expressions were naturally not as controlled as in his mature years.
As for Himeko, she was somewhat doubting life at this moment. She could hardly believe it.
The power Sunday had just erupted with was already completely comparable to certain high-ranking Emanators. While it might not reach the level of Diamond, it was definitely not far off.
Yet such a powerhouse had been smashed by Stelle with one bat swing… Hiss, no no, she had to stay calm. What if Sunday was just faking it? She still needed to examine carefully.
Thinking of this, Himeko stepped forward and carefully inspected Dominicus. After confirming it had completely lost its Path power, the Navigator lady finally breathed a sigh of relief.
"Well done, Stelle. We were able to achieve victory this time thanks to you."
A bright smile appeared on Himeko's face. She reached out and gently stroked Stelle's head, praising her without hesitation.
Stelle: '???'
In truth, the doubts in Stelle's heart at this moment were no fewer than those of March 7th and Himeko. That previous attack had merely been a crazy move the girl made in a moment of hot-headedness.
She had only wanted to catch Sunday off guard and temporarily disrupt his actions. But how… how could he be so fragile?
Stelle was utterly bewildered and filled with countless questions. However, the moment she heard Himeko's praise, those doubts and confusion were instantly thrown to the back of her mind. Instead, she put her hands on her hips and showed a smug expression.
In response, the others present simply smiled and did not say anything to ruin the mood. Stelle had secured victory for the team; these honors and praises were hers to enjoy.
"Senior Mikhail, what are your plans next?"
With Penacony's matters resolved and the Order's conspiracy crushed, it was time for the Express crew to return to the Astral Express.
However, Himeko still felt somewhat uneasy about Mikhail—this senior Nameless. Even though she knew the current Misha was only a "Memokeeper memetic entity."