Getting humans to understand breathing was a fairly difficult problem.
So, in order to answer it, she had brought along—and brought to the world—all the Pretty Cure.
As the chosen legendary warriors, these Pretty Cure, pure through and through, were synonymous with love and kindness. Their innocence itself possessed the power to make people of any world believe!
As a method that could hardly be called scientific and was only theoretically capable of "saving the world by a roundabout route," everyone involved had given it their all, yet none of them had been certain. So when the world reached its end, when the light appeared, when this song was conveyed more and more clearly, everyone—whether cold or passionate by nature—could not help but nearly shed tears at the thought that their efforts had not been in vain.
"Miss Ashu, did you see that? We succeeded! We did it!"
Unfortunately, the person they were excitedly calling out to could no longer share in this miraculous sight with them.
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Before this scene—a miracle that had transcended science fiction, fantasy, and mystical fiction, a miracle that could only be called a "miracle"—Dust could no longer even feel exasperated. All that remained was pure bewilderment, beyond hatred and anger.
There were simply too many questions in his mind now—why had the world not been destroyed? The multiverse should have warped and devoured everything! Then what were these specks of light churning amid the chaos? And...
What wish?
What singing?
Why could I only see... countless indistinct specks of light?
"So, Dust—Dark Echo that wished for everything to be destroyed! Can you, can all of you see it? There are still so many worlds and so many people upon them living on with strength, so many lives that wish to keep on living!"
And