Seeing him like this, the Dream Master could not help but sneer.
"Heh, you were exceptionally intelligent from childhood. You must understand what price your actions will cost you now."
Sunday looked at the battered, dying Dream Master before him.
"If you consider this a betrayal..."
"Forgive my bluntness, but there cannot be two suns in the sky."
"If necessary, I will strike down the sun."
Seeing this, the Dream Master asked,
"Do you believe in retribution?"
Sunday smiled faintly.
"If retribution truly exists, then all living beings have their own retribution—you have yours, and I have mine."
"And my retribution has nothing to do with you, Mr. Gofemwood."
"Hahahaha..." The Dream Master smiled in relief.
"It does not matter."
"If you are willing to sacrifice yourself in her stead, then I shall grant your wish."
Sunday was somewhat surprised by the Dream Master's response.
"You yielded sooner than I expected. Why?"
The Dream Master stared at Sunday, who had now grown into an adult, filled with emotion.
"You were born as the twins of [Order]. Fate decreed that one of you would embark upon this path and reach the end you were meant to reach."
Sunday frowned slightly.
"Was this also part of your design?"
"Of course." The Dream Master's gaze remained calm.
"You are still as clever as you were as a child."
"The moment of opening draws near."
"Go, child."
"Usurp the authority of [Harmony] and reveal your retribution."
After thinking for a moment, Sunday asked again,
"Sir, I have one final question."
He looked at the Dream Master before him.
"Why did you choose to bring [Order] to Penacony?"
"A world with no way out should have been a better choice, yet you chose a city of dreams where people still held freedom in their hearts."