The "Relay Station" in the Fog Maze was still continuously merging and evolving with the surrounding "Deformed Planet."
Eight months had passed. More than half of the Deformed Planet's thin crust had collapsed, and the misty clouds drifting through its center, no longer blocked, flowed outward without dispersing. Instead, they wrapped around this misshapen, ruined "planet" in reverse, becoming a particularly conspicuous "point" within the Fog Maze.
Of course, given the Fog Maze's unique nature, anyone from outside still had to pass through the guidance channel Ronan had established in the Dream World. Otherwise, they would only end up lost.
This design, which blurred the boundary between "Dreamscape" and "reality," was perfectly suited to the Dream Theater.
As more and more people logged into the "Relay Station," it provided Ronan with steady feedback almost every day.
Whether "audience" or "actors," they were all builders, inspectors, and maintainers of the Dream Theater.
People did not know that.
Ronan, the "theater boss," was black-hearted enough to silently tally up the "profits" and happily let it continue.
But over the past two days, out of practical considerations, Ronan had added some new acts to this already steadily operating "Dream Theater stage."
The theater boss himself was overseeing things personally, with Ha City's High Governor Apolon accompanying him. The two stood on the desolate plains battlefield outside the core base of the "Relay Station," looking up at the violently churning misty clouds.
Affected by the turbulence, the massive blurry faces formed from the mist looked even more savage and ugly from every angle, seemingly containing even more violent Negative Emotions.
Ronan did not care.
Dark Black Chains still darted and intertwined through the mist, constantly ringing as they formed a suppressive force.
And beside Ronan and Apolon, in the central region of the wasteland,