Long before he obtained the power of Elden Ring and returned to Penacony, Sunday had already begun building a new order.
He used laws as warp and weft to weave dreams of happiness for all living beings, then nourished those within the dream with the blessings of Order. In turn, the countless souls in that dream continuously fed power back to him.
Now, Penacony was holding the Harmony Festival, an event held only once every Amber Era. This rare celebration had drawn people from different civilizations and planets across the galaxy. With Robin also set to perform at this festival, the number of living beings within Penacony's Dreamscape had reached an unprecedented peak—more than...
Ten billion people!!
With control over dreams affecting more than ten billion people, Sunday could naturally make use of those ten billion consciousnesses to sound the Harmony, allowing the incarnation of [Harmony] to descend upon him and seize its power for his own.
And with the support of more than ten billion consciousnesses, the Divine Day would reach an especially terrifying level of power.
That was why Celenova had been at a disadvantage in their direct confrontation.
"Unfortunately, Penacony's poverty will not change because of your existence. The Star of the Grand Festival will eventually fall and perish like a wingless bird, while all harmony and discord, perfection and imperfection, will ultimately be reduced to ruin." Celenova's voice was gentle. She did not believe Sunday alone could stop her.
Because whether it was [Order] or [Harmony], before [Destruction], their fate could only be to burn away and become scorched earth.
Moreover, while answering the summons of Penacony, this paradise of Harmony, she had already ordered the Anti-Matter Legion fleet to sail here at full speed.
Once the Anti-Matter Legion's army arrived, she would wield its nearly