Angel, looking down at the scene, could not help but curl his lips into a smile.
He had not expected that, in the end, it would not be Gloria seeking out this treant. Instead, it had come looking for Gloria of its own accord.
Was this some kind of fate?
"Should I give Gloria a warning?" Angel pondered silently.
In the end, Angel did not warn Gloria. She was still immersed in the joy of creation, and her speed was growing faster and faster. She had clearly entered a burst of inspiration.
Angel did not want to interrupt her inspiration. In fact, if the treant came over too quickly, he would even secretly hinder it.
With nothing happening on Gloria's side for the moment, Angel shifted his attention back to Firstheart City.
Firstheart City remained peaceful. The only difference from before was that its gates had begun opening under certain conditions. Some residents who had been granted permission had begun cultivating vegetables around Firstheart City, creating the first literal farmlands and orchards.
The gifts of these Dream Plant Fairies were now rapidly changing Firstheart City's established structure. Fresh vegetables and fruits had already become food the Dream Realm residents could enjoy every day.
Angel believed that once the Rhythmic Membrane gave birth to more Dream Realm creatures in the future, raised meat might also become a standard fixture on the dining table.
Angel's gaze slowly shifted from outside the city to within it.
Perhaps because reality's authority had been infused into it, the bodies of Dream Realm residents were no longer as entirely free of injury and illness as before. Once that membrane of unreality had been pierced, the dreamlike utopian world had also become unpredictable due to the worldly hearts of suddenly realistic people.
From what Angel had seen,