"It seemed we could not persuade each other, no matter what."
Sunday sighed.
"Fate had decreed that we would clash. Let you and me use our respective Paths to show the universe the proper way forward."
"However, before the prelude to the future officially began, I asked that you all spend a little more time considering the question I raised—"
The lights throughout the entire Grand Theater went out, and everything fell into darkness.
Only a single beam of white light shone upon the center of the stage.
Countless puppets hung upside down from the theater ceiling like marionettes on strings, densely packed as though they were an army of thousands.
Within that beam of light, Sunday stood with his hands behind his back and looked toward the sky.
"Were day and night equal?"
"Were the righteous and the sinful equal?"
"If people were born weak, then from which god should the weak seek peace?"
One puppet after another fell from above, drew their weapons, and surged toward Yan Huan and Welt like a tide.
Among them, three puppets who had appeared in the Prelude Play acted as leaders, commanding the others.
Amid the grand, harmonious music, they recited:
"Alas! O Aeon of great might..."
"You defined all things, all peoples, and all beings of heaven and earth through order—"
"Yet you made us realize that we were nothing more than your puppets!"
"—Universal harmony, all stars shining together!"
As Sunday slowly rose into the air, Yan Huan also launched himself upward and charged toward him.
As for the puppets below, Welt would handle them all.
Watching the battle on the massive stage, March 7th anxiously looked around from the audience seats.
"Um... shouldn't we go help Uncle Yang?"
"Those puppets are still falling nonstop. It feels like there's an