"Revive that Aeon? No, no, no. As of now, we have no way to revive that lord."
After hearing Himeko's guess, Sunday did not hide anything. He simply shook his head lightly and denied her speculation.
"However, since Miss Himeko is interested, we might as well speak openly and honestly."
"After all… compared to meeting you Nameless guests on the battlefield, I would much rather resolve this conflict through communication and mutual understanding in a peaceful manner."
From the perspective of the overall situation and the interests of the Oak Family, Sunday also did not wish to have a direct confrontation with the Astral Express.
Although the Nameless were a group of kind-hearted people, their strength was undeniably real.
Setting other matters aside, just the power of Trailblaze that Himeko had used earlier was enough to consider. Although it might sound a little exaggerated, in Sunday's view, if the other party used that power without regard for the cost, erupting with Emanator-level strength in a short time would be more than enough.
"To show our sincerity, I am willing to inform you all of the Order's plans and objectives, so that in the upcoming negotiations, you can make better judgments and choices."
"Words… are pale and powerless. They cannot depict the Penacony of our dreams. Come with me, everyone. Only by looking back at the past can we better gaze toward the future."
Accompanying Sunday's words, his body seemed to be pulled by something. It slowly floated into the air, then turned into countless light particles and vanished completely.
"Ah?" ×2
The two voices came from March 7th and Stelle. That's right—they were stunned.
What the hell was going on? One second they were chatting nicely, and the next second this guy suddenly disappeared? And the way he disappeared was so eerie…
While the two were lost in wild thoughts, Sunday's voice suddenly appeared again—this time echoing and resounding from all directions around them.
"Everyone, welcome to my inner world. This place does not belong to any corner of the Penacony dreamscape. Of course, you may also treat it as a dream. That is not the point."
"Your conscious world? So suddenly? But it doesn't seem like anything has changed here…"
March 7th timely raised her doubt. One second they were still in the Penacony Grand Theater within the dream world, and the next second you're telling me we've already arrived in your dream world? But there's no change at all in the surroundings!
"Hehe, I have not deceived any of you, nor do I have any reason to deceive you."
"The reason the scene before you has not changed is because the moment my conscious space unfolded, it already made information feedback based on your consciousness. That is why the view before your eyes remains unchanged."
As Sunday spoke, those obscure and difficult-to-understand text fragments kept flooding into March 7th's mind. As time passed, the girl awkwardly discovered that every single word Sunday said was just simple text, yet why, when those simple words were put together, could she not understand any of it?
"Uh, I still don't quite get it. Can you say it again? Or use some simpler, easier-to-understand words?"
Sunday: "...…"
March 7th's single sentence left Sunday speechless. For a moment, this major figure who stirred the winds and clouds of Penacony actually felt a faint doubt about himself.
That shouldn't be. He had already explained it so clearly—why couldn't she understand?
Yes, at the first moment, Sunday did not consider March 7th's problem but instead turned his perspective onto himself. Could it be… that he had not explained it concisely and clearly enough?
After pondering for a moment, Sunday looked at March 7th behind Himeko with a somewhat complicated gaze, then continued to add:
"You may view my method as a kind of 'tuning.' Its function is like the 'life simulator' in novels. From a first-person perspective, you only need to understand my emotions. This also means I will hide nothing from you."
"So that's how it is! This time I understand!" March 7th clapped her small hands together, looking like "Master, I've comprehended it!"
"…March, say a little less."
Stelle secretly covered her face. For some reason, looking at March 7th in front of her, she felt a bit embarrassed.
"Haha, you Nameless guests are truly humorous. Since everyone has understood, please now look at the large screens and review the path we have walked together."
Following Sunday's words, the space began to twist and change according to his consciousness. Like building blocks being assembled, two huge screens appeared on the left and right sides of the Nameless guests.
"Everyone, from here on, you will see many choices I have made throughout my life. I have selected the most valuable portions to share with you."
"I believe that after experiencing common difficulties, you will surely understand my thoughts."
"Let us begin. Let us watch the first story together—a story about a fledgling bird."
Sunday's voice gradually faded. What followed were the images playing simultaneously on the two large screens.
The first scene to appear was a battlefield filled with flying flames of war—the scene of disaster triggered when the Stellaron descended upon Penacony.
After that came the scene of a pair of adorable Halovian siblings being adopted by an old man. The siblings were naturally Robin and Sunday, and the old man was the current Dreammaster—Gopher Wood.
The footage continued playing. One day, the carefree siblings accidentally discovered an injured Harmony Dove in the courtyard.
The fledgling bird in the picture was very small. The tiny Harmony Dove was held in the chubby little hands of the children. The scene looked so gentle.
However, unfortunately, this little Harmony Dove was already on the verge of death. The poor thing seemed to have been abandoned by its parents, just like the siblings who had lost theirs.
As the footage continued to flow, Sunday's voice appeared once more.
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