With Robin's arrival—
Harmony's melody finally began to play in full.
At this moment—
The Dreammaster could clearly feel the dreamscape under his control collapsing apart!
Countless memories and dreams were no longer unified into orderly perfection.
Order itself—
Was shattering beneath Harmony's symphony.
"Sunday... my child..."
Even now, Gopher Wood was still trying to tempt Sunday back to his side.
But with Robin's appearance—
Sunday's consciousness had already fully awakened.
Meanwhile—
The Ena's Dream surrounding Penacony had completely collapsed.
That man before him possessed authority rivaling an Emanator—
Enough to shatter Ena's Dream itself!
And now—
With so many forces joining the battle—
Sunday and Gopher Wood no longer had any way to resist.
Or perhaps—
This had always been a journey destined to fail.
Evan could clearly sense it.
Gopher Wood's control over the dreamscape had fallen to its absolute lowest point.
Which meant—
The final battle had arrived.
Evan nodded toward everyone below.
Harmony's radiance bloomed around Robin.
That power resonated with everyone's Paths—
Sending wave after wave across the entire world of Penacony.
The Philosophical Fetus was already far weaker than before.
So what if it was an Aeon's fetus?
It still wasn't a true Aeon.
Meanwhile—
I, Evan—
Am an Emanator walking multiple Paths.
And I possess the authority of two Herrschers.
"Everyone..."
"Prepare to finish this with one final strike."
"Mhm! We've been ready forever!"
"Uh... what about Sunday?"
Evan hesitated slightly while looking toward Septimus, the Philosophical Fetus.
Honestly—
If this were the past—
Not only would he not think Sunday was wrong—
He'd probably think the Astral Express crew were the bad guys.
After all—
Sunday only wanted to create a world where everyone rested seven days a week.
What was wrong with that?
Wasn't the real problem the world itself?
"He descended from above."
"So he should return to the mortal world."
"Don't worry."
Evan smiled faintly.
"Just target the true culprit."
Sunday couldn't die.
He was one of the key figures for the future Amphoreus storyline.
Besides—
His nature wasn't evil.
He genuinely wanted to create a true paradise.
And honestly—
Looking at the state of Amphoreus...
Wasn't that world practically perfect for Sunday's ideals?
Amphoreus.
A place where three Paths intertwined.
A land even Akivili never reached.
A world observable only through the mirrors of the Garden of Recollection.
That—
Was Amphoreus.
A mysterious world—
Perhaps one that no longer even existed.
As Evan's voice fell—
An enormous Taixuan Sword God descended directly from the heavens toward the enemy!
Taixuan Sword Art wasn't merely some sword technique.
Its true power—
Lay in attacking the world of consciousness itself!
This Taixuan Sword God was even greater than the one Evan unleashed back on the Xianzhou Luofu.
The moment the sword appeared—
It locked directly onto Gopher Wood's soul.
Against someone like Gopher Wood—
The Taixuan Sword God was the perfect counter.
One strike.
That was all it would take to erase him completely.
At this point—
March and the others stopped holding back as well.
Each raised their weapons toward the gigantic divine figure before them!
Frost.
Black holes.
Satellite weaponry.
Water dragons.
Everything slammed toward the enemy like they were free!!
The resulting shockwave—
Was so enormous that everyone outside Penacony Grand Theater saw it clearly!
At that moment—
Aside from those still inside the theater—
Everyone throughout Penacony witnessed a gigantic golden Xuanyuan Sword descending from the heavens—
Piercing directly into the colossal golden body!
Time itself seemed to freeze.
Space became utterly still.
Then—
The gigantic golden blade finally fell completely.
Though it was only a single strike—
To everyone within the dreamscape—
It felt as though countless swords had been unleashed simultaneously!
The strike severed their connection to the dream itself!
Golden Hour.
At the Surging SoulGlad Plaza—
A Pepeshi suddenly froze.
The instant the golden sword descended—
He clearly felt something inside his body snap apart.
Moments later—
He turned blankly toward Penacony Grand Theater.
Clockie Statue Plaza.
A black crow perched nearby, cawing endlessly.
But the next second—
The golden sword descended.
As it fell—
The crow's eyes suddenly became unnervingly human.
Yet before that expression could fully settle—
The crow let out a sharp cry.
Then flew toward the sky—
Only to explode into scattered black feathers.
The same scene occurred throughout every dreamscape of Penacony!
Across all twelve dreamscapes—
Countless similar phenomena appeared!
Not just Pepeshi.
Not just crows.
Even among other races—
And mechanical lifeforms—
The same thing happened.
Though Evan only swung a single sword—
The strike seemed to split itself infinitely—
Destroying every fragment of Gopher Wood's consciousness hidden throughout the world!
The Sword of Taixuan.
The Sword of Consciousness!
Taixuan Sword God was originally a supreme technique specialized in destroying consciousness itself!
Not only was it devastating in reality—
Its true terror emerged within worlds of the mind!
And sure enough—
With that single strike—
The Philosophical Fetus, already smashed apart by the Astral Express charge—
Was completely shattered.
A helpless little white bird fell from the sky.
"That's Sunday!!"
March cried out immediately.
But with him falling from such height—
There was no way she could save him.
The divine body had already been destroyed.
Sunday had lost all protection.
But the next second—
Another little white bird descended from above—
Spreading pure white wings.
Steadily catching Sunday in her embrace.
At this moment—
Order's core had finally been completely destroyed.
And just then—
A black crow shot rapidly toward the giant memoria void in the distance!
"Trying to run?"
"Too bad."
"You ran into me."
"Taixuan Sword Form—Swift Swallow!"
Evan locked onto the final fragment of Gopher Wood's consciousness—
And slashed down mercilessly!
Gopher Wood's original body had long since died.
If his true body hadn't been crippled during the war—
Perhaps he never would've betrayed Harmony so easily.
It was precisely because his broken body and ruined life shattered his faith—
That his heart began to waver.
Now—
Order had failed.
But he still had time.
He could rise again.
One pair of Order twins had already been used up.
But throughout the universe—
There were countless more abandoned children.
Children betrayed by war.
Children who lost faith.
He—
Gopher Wood—
Still had hope!
This time, Sunday lost.
But he had not!
Yes—
I, Gopher Wood—
The next instant—
A streak of light pierced directly through his body.
Blasting out from within him.
Gopher Wood's eyes widened in utter disbelief.
He stared blankly at the scene before him.
Falling into silent confusion.
Then finally—
Unwillingly dissolved into scattered memoria—
Vanishing from the dream forever.
Only after everything was resolved—
Did Evan slowly land back on the ground.
And immediately—
March and Stelle rushed over.
"H-Hey! Evan!"
"That Gopher Wood guy's dead now, right?!"
"Mhm. Dead."
"That guy was honestly ridiculous."
"He tried using Order's power to control the entire dreamscape."
"If my authority over consciousness hadn't surpassed his methods..."
"Killing him wouldn't have been nearly this easy."
Honestly—
Gopher Wood was basically Penacony's version of the Herrscher of Legion.
He had infused his consciousness throughout all twelve dreamscapes.
Anyone could've become one of his incarnations.
Maybe not as absurd as the true Herrscher of Legion—
But close enough.
Against someone like that—
If you didn't completely destroy the source of his consciousness—
He'd inevitably return to cause trouble again.
...
Meanwhile—
Penacony's exhausted Memokeepers were still desperately repairing the dreamscape.
A far greater authority now enveloped the entire dream world—
Preventing it from collapsing directly into the Sea of Memoria.
Evan had only destroyed Ena's Dream.
But this replacement power wouldn't last long.
After all—
It was maintained entirely through his authority over consciousness.
Once he left this star system—
That authority would gradually fade.
Penacony didn't have much time left to repair itself.
Fortunately—
The Garden of Recollection's Memokeepers were present.
They were the true masters of dream construction.
And thanks to the Emanator authority Fuli granted him—
Evan could loosely command those Memokeepers.
Of course—
If necessary—
Even the Cremators could've been mobilized.
Though Evan personally wasn't very fond of them.
If he remembered correctly—
Wasn't one of Luocha's daughters supposedly connected to the Cremators?
The land of exile.
Dreamflux Reef.
With Order's defeat—
The sensation of weightlessness gradually disappeared.
Everyone returned to their normal daily lives.
Only one man holding a wine glass silently gazed toward the skies above.
Dreamflux Reef—
And Golden Hour—
Had always been dreamscapes of equal size and significance.
It was only because of Gopher Wood—
That this world had been completely forgotten by Penacony.
Now—
With Gopher Wood dead—
The story of Mikhail.
The story of the Watchmaker.
Would once again unfold upon Penacony—
In an entirely different way.
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