Bubbles appeared out of thin air at the Rescue Team headquarters. They continued to expand, drawing everything in the ruins into their interiors.
Some of the dead Rescue Team members were resurrected within the bubbles, though some had perished completely.
Nameless's resurrection was not perfect. He could only resurrect those whose souls or Soul-Light had not dissipated.
Because the Dream River was connected to the living beings at the Rescue Team headquarters, the Soul-Light of most people was drawn into the Dream River after death. Only a few had been utterly destroyed by the aftermath of the Dark King's attacks, so roughly one in a thousand could not be resurrected.
Many looked at the ruins beyond the bubbles and were overcome with grief, covering their faces as they wept.
The bubbles slowly rose, shifting from solid to ethereal before finally merging into the waters of the Dream River. Each bubble was a world.
The worlds within the Yin River belonged to spiritual bodies, while the worlds within the Yang River belonged to the living.
Nameless had not originally intended to settle living beings in the Yang River, but under the Dark King's pressure, he had no other choice. The Rescue Team headquarters had been exposed. Only the Dream River was truly safe; otherwise, no matter how many times the Rescue Team rebuilt, it would ultimately be destroyed by the Dark King.
Bubbles bobbed in the water, the space inside each one expanding at an incredible speed.
The people inside the bubbles felt it most keenly. Some even had the illusion that the world was not growing larger, but that they themselves were shrinking.
"Now that there's space, it's time to fish over a few planets!" Nameless muttered as he looked at the countless bubble worlds in the water.
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