Black Swan stood by the window, gazing at the overly perfect, almost fake daylight outside. Her delicate face was filled with worry.
She frowned slightly.
"But that still doesn't solve the most fundamental problem."
"What are we going to do about Sunday?"
"At the moment we cross the dreamscape, all he needs is a single glance to erase all our efforts. Even breaking the dreamscape would be futile."
"That is Terminus."
"If even an Aeon can be dealt with, then that other trouble probably won't be simple either, will it?"
"Perhaps I have a few connections," Aventurine said with a smile, flicking a chip into the air and catching it steadily. "Memokeeper, it is time to remember."
"In Oak Dream, I told you something."
"As long as my trump card remained unrevealed, no one would dare call my bet to the end. Now, it is time to flip that card over."
"Let me point out two mistakes. One is yours—"
As Aventurine suddenly began showing off, everyone turned to look at him. Even Silver Wolf temporarily stopped tapping at her terminal.
"Having personally entered the heart of the Dream Master's plan, do you think I wouldn't find a way to inform the Company?"
"The fleet's departure was never meant for a frontal clash."
"It was meant to lay the foundation for the heart of Preservation within the dream."
"The other mistake belongs to Sunday, and it is absolutely fatal."
"—He should not have confiscated the Cornerstones. He should have..."
"Holy shit!! Why are you all here?!"
Before he could finish, a figure landed before them at tremendous speed, interrupting Aventurine. The ground trembled slightly.
Yan Huan had Firefly on his back, her consciousness hazy and her face deathly pale.
The girl's slender arms hung limply by his shoulders, while firefly-green