At this moment—
Everyone within the dreamscape was fighting desperately to repair it!
The Memokeepers manipulated memoria, replacing the sections of the dream destroyed by Ena's Dream.
Aventurine wielded Preservation-infused memoria—
Crushing one Stellaron-corrupted Memory Zone Meme after another!
Firefly and Sparkle fought while scattering explosives throughout the battlefield.
Silver Wolf was attacking Penacony's dream-entry systems—
Though honestly, it wasn't doing much.
Outside Penacony—
IPC warships, the ship of a Knight of Beauty, even the Stellaron Hunters' vessel—
All worked together to suppress the awakening Stellaron.
Every force within the dreamscape—
Was fighting for Penacony!
No matter what purpose brought them here.
No matter what secrets they hid behind their smiles.
At this very moment—
Everyone had gathered together.
Everything—
For Penacony!
To prevent this land of beautiful dreams from falling into the hands of Order!
BOOM—
At that instant—
The floor of Penacony Grand Theater suddenly collapsed!
Below them lay a bottomless abyss.
Countless dream bubbles formed from memoria rose upward from the depths!
As the theater collapsed—
The massive body of the Philosophical Fetus, Septimus, also began falling downward.
And at the exact moment the world split apart—
The Dreammaster finally realized something.
A power even more suited for dreams than his own authority—
Had completely replaced him.
No wonder he couldn't draw dreams from anyone outside the Oak Family.
No wonder he failed to unify everyone's will.
No wonder Order itself was collapsing!
So this was the truth—
This damned multi-Path Emanator!
"Ahhhhhhh!! We're falling!!"
"Noooo, Evan!!"
"This feels just like bungee jumping! It's awesome!"
"How is this awesome?! Stelle, we're literally plummeting!!"
No one expected the Grand Theater itself to become the final thing destroyed.
At this speed—
Combined with the rising dream bubbles—
They'd probably get swallowed whole before even reaching the bottom.
And then—
She arrived.
From the corner of his eye—
Evan saw the girl slowly walking toward them from the direction of Penacony Grand Theater.
Everyone was enjoying the sensation of falling.
Even Evan himself.
For many people—
The feeling of weightlessness brought fear.
But for others—
This was basically just a giant roller coaster.
And then—
"♪ We rise together as our destiny unfolds... ♪"
"♪ We face the darkness and our trials are yet untold... ♪"
"♪ Through the shadows of despair... ♪"
"♪ Oh, in silence.♪"
"♪ Hopes we share... ♪"
"..."
"That's—!"
March and Stelle suddenly heard a familiar voice echoing beside their ears.
Wasn't this the song they heard the moment they first stepped into Penacony?
It was—
Miss Robin's voice!
A gigantic white feather descended from the sky.
Gently supporting the falling figures below.
And before the Philosophical Fetus—
A Halovian girl stood there with both hands clasped before her chest.
The harmonics of Harmony began resonating throughout all of Penacony's chaotic voices!
Using Harmony's melody—
She gathered together every voice unwilling to fall asleep!
The true centerpiece of the Charmony Festival.
The universe's most famous superstar.
The Oak Family's one and only true hymn of Harmony—
Miss Robin!
Here to harmonize every voice!
For Harmony—
Was the embrace of all things.
She absolutely could not—
And absolutely would not—
Watch her brother become Penacony's sinner.
And sure enough—
As the melody echoed throughout the world—
Gopher Wood immediately sensed it.
Sunday—
Was reclaiming his consciousness!!
And as Harmony's symphony spread—
Gopher Wood could clearly feel his control over Sunday's body slipping away!
At the exact moment Penacony Grand Theater began collapsing—
Robin had already entered the dreamscape.
And stepped onto the battlefield.
"Ah~ the music~"
As that familiar voice rang out—
All of Gopher Wood's authority over the dream vanished completely!
Only Sunday remained within the body of the Philosophical Fetus—
Slowly raising his head.
Everyone landed safely back upon solid ground.
Under Harmony's melody—
The dreamscape of Penacony Grand Theater began repairing itself!
Just as Harmony embraced all things—
Its power naturally possessed the ability to mend every shattered voice!!
A feather drifted down from the heavens—
Landing gently within Evan's hand.
And high above—
A pure and holy angel spread her song across the skies—
Trying to awaken her sleeping brother.
"It seems another voice has already appeared within Order's symphony."
"The first—and final—discordant note of Penacony!"
"The people imprisoned by beautiful dreams are awakening in pursuit of freedom!"
Welt slowly pushed himself back to his feet.
March also steadied herself.
The feather in Evan's hand radiated the true light of Harmony.
At the same time—
The trace of Harmony within Evan resonated alongside Robin's song.
"Robin..."
The Philosophical Fetus—
Septimus—
Slowly raised its proud yet lonely head.
Looking toward the girl before him—
Who resembled a sacred angel descended from the heavens.
Though Gopher Wood's consciousness had already been stripped away—
Sunday's dream had always aligned with his.
"Brother... can you hear the voices of the people?"
"This isn't the paradise they wished for."
"But they still don't know where to go."
"So... I must become the one star in the sky that guides them forward."
"Even if the place where that star exists..."
"...is an eternally lonely night?"
A trace of sorrow and tears surfaced within Robin's voice.
Yet—
Even while harmonizing countless discordant voices—
Her singing never stopped.
The Nameless who followed Trailblaze.
The Stellaron Hunters who walked toward Finality.
The Masked Fools of Elation.
The Ten Stonehearts of Preservation.
And also—
The beautiful dreams of Remembrance.
And the mysterious Fictionologists.
At this moment—
Everything within Penacony gathered together!
Transforming into a magnificent Astral Express—
Charging directly toward Septimus, the Philosophical Fetus!
The little bird's determination became unwavering.
No matter what—
She would never allow this dream to fall into Order's hands.
Everyone gets lost sometimes.
Hesitating.
Unable to decide which path to walk.
That feeling existed within this dream—
And beyond it, throughout the entire universe.
But there was no need to fear.
Just as people become lost—
There will also come a moment—
When they finally make up their minds.
A bold decision.
A magnificent decision.
Whether calm.
Joyful.
Angry.
Or sorrowful.
What people truly need—
Is merely a tiny push.
And then—
They can finally step forward.
Toward the future that belongs to them.
May this journey—
Ultimately lead us to the stars.
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