Once Bai Heng had stripped the Stellaron from Penacony Grand Theater.
He could clearly feel the golden radiance that had once spilled from the theater dim by several degrees.
A moment later, the daylight began to flicker uncertainly. Rows of nightingales circled over the theater before landing atop a gray, mist-shrouded clock tower not far away.
They let out sharp, grating cries, as though announcing the arrival of something.
Penacony's air gradually became sticky and damp.
Bai Heng remained where he was, gazing at the flock of nightingales. Their crimson eyes seemed filled with sorrow and regret.
Before Bai Heng's eyes, their forms gradually began to flicker in and out, as if signaling that the intertwining of dream and reality was fading away.
"Looks like things went smoothly on their end."
Bai Heng murmured to himself as a fine black rain began falling from the heavy, low-hanging sky. It carried an absurd air, destroying this dream as brief as an ephemeral life.
He held out a hand. The rain passed through his fingertips without any tangible sensation.
"Let's go."
He paid no further attention to the black birds watching him from the clock tower. With a single step forward, he vanished into the rain that divided reality from dreams.
When he appeared again, he was already atop a skyscraper.
A silver-haired girl with a ponytail was leaning over a railing that gleamed with a metallic sheen, craning her head forward as she watched Penacony about to be swallowed by the downpour.
As the dream faded, a few drops of real rain seemed to fall. The wind high above the city gradually strengthened, making Silver Wolf's sleeves flap noisily.
Bai Heng had opened an umbrella for himself and casually offered her another.
Silver Wolf merely glanced at it before slipping under