Little Dream Dragon's cry had always echoed in his heart.
Silently, the dense fog was scattered by the roar, revealing an oak forest behind it, connected to the land at the edge of the Amber Dreamscape.
This oak forest was enormous, more than ten times larger than the oak forest east of Cigar Palace in reality. At the same time, Saiban, who had arrived with the oak forest, flew out from among the trees, also ten times larger.
He was the embodiment of free will.
In the real world, free will was intangible and elusive, but within the Amber Dreamscape, it was incomparably solid.
"Saiban, how does it feel?" Russell sat upon the throne and beckoned for Saiban to fly before him, then asked with a smile.
Having grown tenfold, Saiban was no longer suited to landing on a hand.
He floated quietly in the air. His facial features had become increasingly distinct, and his voice was no longer the strange murmur it had once been. Instead, it was especially crisp, carrying a childlike innocence. "I have become part of the dreamscape."
"You've become more real," Russell said. "Before, you were like a jumbled collection of thoughts. Now, you can be said to possess an independent 'personality,' or perhaps a 'fairy nature.'"
"Yes, only now am I a true fairy." Saiban glanced back at the oak forest. "I no longer need the forest as my vessel. I am myself, a living, breathing fairy."
"The rules are merging." Russell keenly sensed the reason behind Fairy Saiban's transformation.
Fairies were inherently embodiments of rules.
And the Amber Dreamscape was an even greater manifestation of rules. Once they intermingled, an unfathomable change occurred, shaping a more genuine individual.
"The Amber Dreamscape, or Snow Cone, represents dreams, hope, and the future. Then what does