"So my feeling was right." Primum, whose intuition was no worse than Miyuki's, believed she would never be wrong about something like this. But if there was any difference... Dust's side held a malice that trusted nothing and swore vengeance against the world, while Kalle's malice carried an added measure of helpless envy and jealousy.
Envy and jealousy directed at Ashu and the others.
"Impossible." Kalle, who had suppressed the two of them elsewhere, had no spare attention to spare for them. Looking around at the dream world created by Homi's power, now covered in cracks, he could hardly believe things had reached this point. "Neither that Ashu nor the Pretty Cure should have been able to wake from this dream, no matter how strong their hearts were—"
"But what if this dream itself wanted to wake up?"
The voice of a man utterly identical to his own came from beyond the crack. Like a fired arrow, it stabbed fiercely into Kalle's heart and froze him in place. In contrast, Ashu and Primum, who had been continuously fending off attacks, visibly perked up and sent every attack flying back!
"Ash."
"Ash!"
The two voices that rang out together carried different degrees of excitement, but the surprise within them was exactly the same.
"Yo, Ashu, you finally..." Holding Homi's hand, the man was about to greet her as well when he instinctively froze upon seeing another calm gaze peeking out from the side. "Puka, you too... huh?"
Wait, Puka wouldn't look at me like that... Is this really Primum?
"Primum...?"
He had never expected to meet her again under these circumstances. At a loss for what to do, the man awkwardly let his gaze drift all around until her voice came first. "We can talk about us later. Right now, I