A never-ending party was being held in Bliss Plaza.
At the very center of the plaza, countless Dream Elves sang and danced.
"O boundless and mighty Lord of Blissful City, who rebuilt Bliss from the ruins—you are the supreme savior!"
"O Sweet Dream, praise the mighty Lord of Blissful City! He will ascend to Godhood!"
"The mighty Lord of Blissful City, who saves all through miracles!"
Hymns poured from the mouths of countless Dream Elves, accompanied by an invisible and wondrous force that gathered with their praise.
Above the heads of the countless Dream Elves, unseen by ordinary life, golden clouds of Faith Force continued to swell, then surged swiftly toward the Civic Center.
At the Civic Center, in an ordinary-looking room atop the towering building that reached into the clouds.
The Good-Dream Spring, once only the size of a fist, had now grown to the size of a well mouth. It was about as wide as two people with their arms around it.
White Good-Dream Power gushed from the spring, forming a milky-white pillar of light that pierced the ceiling and scattered across the sky above the whole of Blissful City.
Green leaned beside a desk near the Good-Dream Spring, holding a book as he reclined on a bench, apparently meditating with his eyes closed.
Faith Force streamed toward his forehead, yet had no effect.
"Whew!"
Green, still leaning on the bench, opened his eyes and let out a long breath.
Then he slowly closed the book and rose from the bench, a strange light in his eyes.
"Time to head back!" Green's avatars had, in essence, only one will; he was simply using it to focus on several things at once.
The moment his true body made its decision, the Hunter Avatar received the message.
"First, I'll return