By now, Sparkle had grown used to Lingchen's presence. No, rather, she even felt a little out of sorts if she went a while without an infusion of his aura.
A dignified Masked Fool, and now even seeking amusement had to take a back seat.
Within the Pure Land, this Theater space was completely independent of the Domination Theater itself.
Honestly, setting aside the Theater's amplification effects, expanding the Pure Land and adding some new activity areas was pretty good too.
After all, the Theater's amplification was negligible to Lingchen.
Meanwhile, inside the Theater.
Everyone drew ever closer to the center of the Theater.
There were more and more Dolls, too.
"Why do I feel like I've seen these identical Dolls somewhere before?"
After freezing a Doll's joints with her bow and arrow, March 7th scratched her cheek with her little hand.
"These Dolls were transformed from the people we encountered along the way."
Dan Heng's words successfully gave March 7th a fright.
"Huh? Seriously?" "Of course."
Stelle answered March 7th's question.
"All along the way, their faces kept becoming more alike, and the patterns underfoot
"changed almost in sync with them."
"Stelle is right."
Standing to one side, Bronya wore an unreadable expression. Their group had already regrouped here.
Some of the people they had encountered along the way were strangers to her, but she knew the others.
They were people from the Upper District.
There were commoners, merchants, nobles, and people she had once seen in prison.
One thing was certain: the people from the Underworld were probably the same sort.
Lingchen had once said he would get some final use out of these people. Now was that time.
Did it upset her? A little, yes. After all, these people had originally been citizens of Belobog. It was