Countless stars streaked across the sky; though others reach their end, I will walk my own path

"So in the end, it comes back to you, doesn't it?" Black Swan looked at Acheron.

"The Chorus of Cacophony's power is no different from an Emanator's. Ultimately, it must be opposed with an equal force. The final step in overturning the Dreamscape... will be mine to take."

Acheron spoke calmly, then turned and swept her gaze over everyone.

In truth, she did not necessarily have to be the one to take this step, but under the present circumstances, no one else was better suited to it.

Within this dream of endless sinking, nothing could kindle a fierce will to survive better than a little taste of Nihility.

Black Swan raised an eyebrow slightly. "How reassuring to hear you say that."

"Now that we've divided up the work, let's head to our respective battlefields!" Boothill said. "Get ready-to raise hell!"

No one said anything more. There was no longer any need for words.

The moment they had agreed on the plan, everyone had already made up their minds. Now, it was time to head to their respective battlefields.

Each had their own task, their own convictions, and the resolve to match...

As she looked at everyone, ready to go, the circumstances might have differed slightly, but this moment was just like that one long ago.

"How long... has this rain been falling?" the old man suddenly asked.

"If I remember correctly, perhaps a few years, a few decades, or even a century?" Acheron answered.

"The Hunt's resolve unto death will not subside even when life ends. But fortunately, we have finally guided these departed souls across.

"They were all heroes in life. They will never again become puppets of Nihility.

"Look, the shadows on the sea have completely dissipated. Do you remember? You said that once all the dead's