Meanwhile, on a private Starskiff bound for the Church of Eternity, nearing its next stop, Master Ye Yan, having spent the day busily preparing, chose to close his eyes and rest.
"Speaking of which, at the [ Herta ] Space Station, Kafka seemed to have given some very important hints..." Silver Wolf turned off the game console and rubbed his temples.
In the corridor of Remembrance, at the [ Herta ] Space Station, Kafka turned to look at Silver Wolf, who was playing a game with Ye Yan.
"... How much longer until she wakes up, Silver Wolf?"
"Hard to say, I'd estimate a few minutes? By the way, is now a good opportunity for that [scene] in the Script?"
There was even an [ Eternity ] Emanator a witness; if not now, when?
Seeing this, Ye Yan deliberately took a step back to create distance between himself and them, and took out the mimicry baseball bat in advance.
"Yes, we're thinking the same thing." Kafka walked up to Xing: "Then..."
"Listen to me."
"Remember these words, then forget them. Let them lie dormant deep within your Remembrance, until they are awakened someday in the future."
"At that time, your journey will intertwine with [ Remembrance ], and in most of the possibilities foreseen by Elio, it points to a great crisis. You will experience betrayal, fall into confusion, and need... answers."
"I hope you don't take this as some kind of prophecy. The choice that led you to this side was your own."
"Um?"
Silver Wolf looked up in confusion. Was this line in the original Script?
"Oh no, our base has been raided!"
I don't know what you went through back then, or whether I was trustworthy in your eyes. But if you still have any doubts, I hope these words can encourage you...
Kafka leaned close to the still-sleeping Star's ear. "You set out for the galaxy's wish. In the story with you as the protagonist, the universe will escape its fate of [ the Finality ]."
"Remember the number [4]. In the prophecy of the Terminus, four Path will lead the galaxy to its end, and you will encounter them one by one on your journey..."
"[ Destruction ]."
"[ Harmony ]."
"[ Nihility ]."
"Besides..."
"[ Eternity ] must be [ Eternity ]."
Silver Wolf muttered to herself, using the example of good and evil values, that the [ Eternity ] Path was, in her eyes, the kind of extreme evil with no upper limit...
Wait a minute, isn't this a different kind of " Eternity "? The scope is way too broad!
Thoughts receded like the tide, Penacony
Only by falling to the ground can one Guild how to fly, and if one wants to take their final bow, one must step onto the stage once more.
On Sunday, I returned to the Penacony Grand Theater to bid farewell to [yesterday].
"Thank you for your companionship, Mr. Welt. This farewell journey has come to an end."
"What are your plans after leaving Penacony?" Welt asked.
"Now that things have come to this, there's no need to hide anything from you anymore. I believe there's more to the story Penacony Stellaron."
"You mean, the one manipulating the Stellaron isn't the Dream Master?" Welt frowned slightly.
"Please do not worry. The mastermind behind this turmoil—the usurpation of the Stellaron, the resurrection of the dead Aeon under the guise of the Charmony Festival —is indeed the Oak Family. You have already defeated the mastermind."
"But Mr. Gopher Wood once told me that everything [ Order ] is doing now is to avoid repeating the mistakes of [ Harmony ]..."
Sunday paused, a cold glint flashing in his golden eyes. "It seems the Family in the Montor System must be involved."
"Unfortunately, centuries have passed, and this matter can no longer be verified. Penacony, after all, just a small territory, and even the patriarchs, as administrators, had no right to set foot in the sacred site of [ Harmony ] to inquire about the true will of the gods."
"Even in the worst-case scenario, if Xipe turns a blind eye to this, what's the point of talking about [the strong helping the weak]?"
Sunday's expression turned unusually serious. He looked directly into Welt's eyes, as if trying to convey some weighty realization, and said, word by word:
" Mr. Welt, I only want to tell you one thing: [ Harmony ] has more than one face; it can be the Astral Express's most steadfast ally, or its most terrifying enemy."
"Thank you for your honesty." Welt nodded calmly, his gaze deep, as if he could see through the worry behind Sunday's words.
" The Astral Express Crew worked hard to achieve the current situation, also out of the same concerns. After this battle, the situation of the Planet of Festivities will be balanced and jointly supervised by [ Harmony ] and [ Preservation ]."
"With the help of [ Trailblaze ], more forces will come here, Penacony will gradually become a public area in the galaxy."
"[Freedom] -- This is the only answer the nameless one might give, and I'm glad Penacony needs it."
Sunday's voice softened slightly. "Even if our motivations differ, you are all on the same path of saving the world and bringing peace to the people, and you have gone even further than I have."
"If it weren't for Path, perhaps we wouldn't have ended up as adversaries."
Welt shook his head and said seriously, "Don't underestimate yourself. We're not irreconcilable enemies. Otherwise, you wouldn't have shown mercy to my companion in front of the Dream Master."
On Sunday, his body stiffened almost imperceptibly.
'Show mercy to your companions'... Mr. Welt seems to have misunderstood something?
A flicker of surprise and confusion crossed his eyes, his long eyebrows furrowed slightly, and he fell into a moment of deep thought.
On Sunday, he lightly pressed his fingertips against his temples, quickly recalling the scene:
Upon closer reflection, it seems that the only one confronting the Dream Master at that time Robin; the Nameless named Ye Yan... seemed to have been absent from the entire scene.
Then, the Intellitron that called itself ' Lycurgus ' suddenly appeared without warning...
An inexplicable sense of unease gripped Sunday.
That's strange, so very strange.
The logical chain here seems to be missing a crucial link.
"This trip together is my personal return gift, in any case—" Welt said.
"You are also one of the targets I [ Trailblaze ]."
"..." Sunday was clearly taken aback; the deeper meaning in Welt's words gave him a slight jolt.
He remained silent for a moment, his deep golden eyes swirling with complex emotions, which ultimately transformed into a sense of relief and new understanding.
"... You've also given me a lot of inspiration on this point. Humanity is the measure of all things; no one is the sole Savior."
"Creating Paradise remains my lifelong dream, but on the journey ahead, I must build it brick by brick. Therefore, I have a request that is difficult to make..."
"I certainly lack the will to [ Trailblaze ], nor can I become a truly Nameless."
"But I admire your beliefs. Perhaps what I need more than asceticism is to pursue knowledge."
"So, after leaving Penacony, could you please allow me to...?"
On Sunday, he voiced the wish that had been lingering in his heart, gazing at Welt: "Shall we board the Astral Express and travel together for now?"