Crimson Heaven.
Its innermost region.
Within that vast sea of flowers.
As for what had happened in the Dark Tower Plane.
Orsaga's true body felt not the slightest confusion or displeasure over it.
He understood Gann's thinking.
But he did not care.
Those matters were nothing but trifles.
After his long wait.
What he longed for was about to reach its culmination.
There, before him.
The thing that represented the entire Ideal Dreamland had already become dazzling beyond measure.
Even he found it incomparably splendid.
It was the ultimate expression of color in all existence.
Meanwhile, the countless beings within it gazed at the hourglass above their heads, whose hourglass hours were about to run out, their hearts filled with all manner of emotions.
Some felt anticipation, some indifference, and some felt other things...
By this point.
Every tangible and intangible thing within the entire Ideal Dreamland had long since been endowed with life and a self by its original life-forms, including but not limited to all kinds of foundation particles and Ideal Dreamland itself.
Thus, they were both countless individuals and a single whole.
Power, thoughts, knowledge...
All were shared!
They were one, and they were all.
Infinite power, endless matter...
No conflict, no hatred, no schemes, no hostility, no selfishness, no filth, no lowliness, no class divisions, no fear, no tyranny, no death, no aging, no weakness...
Everything was perfect in every way!
This was a perfect Utopia!
Indeed.
Even differences between races had been abolished.
Every being born within it was collectively known as the Ideal Dream Race, possessing the same authority.
Thus.
Even excluding their shared power and counting only their most basic individual strength.
At this moment.
Even the weakest among them far surpassed Roland after he had merged with the Magic Talisman within the