The player dared not linger and kept running forward.
A spirit current abruptly appeared ahead, a purple pillar of light rising from below to a platform above.
The player summoned Little Bull-Goat and leaped into the spirit current with a double jump.
The current lifted him and Torrent high into the air. The piano keys below grew smaller and farther away, until they became a thin line.
The stretch of path he had just crossed shattered into pieces below, black and white keys scattering everywhere like a spilled set of game pieces.
Those fragments floated in the void, some rising and others sinking, no longer following any fixed course.
The player dropped from the top of the current and landed on a new stretch of piano keys.
These keys were more densely packed than the last, and even less stable. Each trembled slightly, as though afraid of something.
The trembling was rapid but slight. Stepping onto them, he could feel waves of vibration through the soles of his feet.
The enormous golden arm appeared again.
And there was more than one.
Two arms reached out of the void, like the forelimbs of some gigantic creature.
They pushed the keys, swaying them from side to side and shifting them back and forth. The arrangement of the keys became utterly chaotic, some even standing upright to form walls.
The immense pressure forced the player to keep moving.
Trina's voice continued, calm and sorrowful: "But the giant joined together into a Dreamscape was not the end of Miquella's plan. On the contrary, it was only the beginning. That unparalleled power was enough to resist all the Outer Gods. He wanted to create every work and undertaking of reality alone. A solitary creator... that was his goal."
The player jumped over a crumbling black