"I want to give it a try." After a long period of thought, Frod finally raised his head and spoke solemnly.
Angel: "You've decided?"
Frod nodded gravely. He hoped that the Dream Realm residents who lived here permanently would be able to leave Firstheart City.
The current citizens of Firstheart City were like canaries shut inside a birdcage—fed, cared for, then numbed into sinking ever deeper. One day, such indulgence would become a calamity... This was not what Frod wanted to see. He hoped the Dream Realm residents could develop freely, without constraints.
And the prerequisite for all of this was that resources existed in the wilderness.
As long as resources existed in the wild, even the harshest pioneering would become a mark of civilization's development among the Dream Realm residents.
Plants might only be a beginning. What he hoped for was for the Dream Wilderness to become more varied and diverse.
Like another world, rather than another paradise.
"Since you've decided, then do it." Angel said nothing more. He understood Frod's thoughts, and he supported him in realizing them. "Make your preparations. In a while, I'll take you to the main body of the Nightmare Domain and activate a new Authority."
Frod nodded. Then, beneath Angel and Sanders's watchful gazes, he slowly vanished and returned to reality.
What Angel meant by preparation was actually for Frod to tend to his soul body in reality, preventing any mishaps from occurring when he took on the Authority.
Then, when Frod entered the Dream Wilderness again, Angel could use the "Dream Gate" to locate him and send him directly near the main body of the Nightmare Domain.
Without teleportation arrays in the Dream Wilderness, this was the fastest means of spatial travel.
After Frod left, Angel and Sanders departed one after another