They couldn't help it — Xianzhou sweeping in with a fleet, saving Penacony at a critical moment.
Just the idea was enough to make many viewers mentally climax, imagining an epic and satisfying power fantasy.
Before this, many scenes were just setting the stage bit by bit.
They didn't expect it—
But the dream came true!
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Meanwhile, after revealing the possibility of using the Alliance Token...
The scene shifts.
It moves to Sunday and the Dream Master.
As soon as they arrive, a strong piece of music suddenly plays.
Under the religious tones of a pipe organ, the blue-black bird that is the Dream Master steps on the ground and solemnly says:
"That Nameless Guests are quite skilled. Our 'secret' has spread among The Family, and the IPC's starships are gathering at Asdana..."
The audience is now extremely excited, and upon hearing the Dream Master's words, the comments bombard the screen frantically.
...
: I was scared to tears by this episode as a kid.
: The IPC + the Xianzhou are here, The Family head Sunday is about to go down.
: Holy crap, each piece of news is more explosive than the last!
: Damn, both of the major forces of the galaxy are gathering at Penacony—is this the start of the Second War of the Aeons? So hyped! So excited!
: And not just them! Now it's Preservation, Harmony, Trailblaze, Hunt—the four Paths are all about to go wild!
: You guys, seriously. You always say you're just here for fun, but when it matters, you all show your true colors! You're clearly followers of Destruction!
: Gentlemen! I want to see war!
...
The audience is ecstatic.
But the Dream Master remains calm and simply asks Sunday:
"This is the critical moment—tell me, where is the CCharmony Festival's Star?"
Sunday calmly replies: "What kind of question is that, sir? I'm standing right in front of you, aren't I?"
"You know that in our plan, she was meant to be the main act of the Harmonious Symphony."
The Dream Master says lightly.
"But plans have changed. As her elder brother, I know singing for 'Order' was never her wish. My presence here is enough."
Sunday replies.
"Heh, you've been clever since you were young. Surely you understand: a predetermined role must be filled at the appointed time."
The Dream Master lets out a cryptic laugh.
In response to this, Sunday is prepared.
He answers with a single, sharp line:"There cannot be two suns in the sky. If necessary, I will strike down the sun."
The Dream Master bursts into laughter at these words, but says no more.
Since Sunday is willing to sacrifice himself in his sister's place, that's acceptable.
"If you are willing to sacrifice for her, then I shall grant you that."
The Dream Master flaps his wings and flies off to a distance from Sunday.
But just then,
Sunday asks the last question on his mind: "Your concession came faster than I expected. Why?"
He had assumed the Dream Master would try to negotiate, after all, his own actions had made things so much more definite.
"You two were born as twins of Order. One of you was fated to walk this path and reach the destined end."
The Dream Master replies indifferently.
Sunday's eyes darken slightly.
Because this implies that he and his sister weren't adopted by the Dream Master by chance, but were chosen with intent.
But at this point, there's no need to dig further.
Sunday closes his eyes and asks again:
"One last question. Why did you choose to bring Order to Penacony?"
"A world with nowhere left to turn would have been a better choice. But you still chose this planet of festivities. Why?"
This question isn't just Sunday's—it echoes the thoughts of many viewers.
If they could save a world in crisis in the name of Order, they could easily win that world's loyalty.
And planets in crisis are everywhere.
Why come under the nose of Harmony, making everything more difficult?
"For justice, child."
The Dream Master's answer surprises everyone: "If we lose our sense of justice, we will repeat the same butchery."
"So, the one who used the Stellaron to manipulate dreams—wasn't you? Then it was..."
Sunday feels a small measure of relief.
"...That's enough talk. Begin. The 107,336 souls of the Oak Family have waited long enough!"
The Dream Master says no more.
Their dialogue reveals a massive amount of information.
...
: Wait, what? The Dream Master isn't the final villain? There's someone else?
: No way bro, we're at the final battle and you're still dropping mysteries? If not the Dream Master, then who?
: Holy crap, I got chills! Guys! It's someone above the Dream Master?!
: Could it be another Family?
: No, not likely. It must be someone with even more authority. After all, if they can make the Dream Master a pawn, their power must far surpass any local Penacony faction.
: I think it's The true Family. The real core of the Family.
: Only The true Family could have hidden this for so long and supported the Dream Master. After all, this is Harmony's territory. Any foreign force would be tightly watched.
: There's something wrong with The true Family? Damn it! The enemy is inside Harmony?
: So even if the Dream Master and Sunday are destroyed, remnants of Order are still hiding within Harmony—and at even higher ranks?
: There's a traitor near Harmony!
...
The audience that had just been so thrilled is now wide-eyed and silent.
As the comments keep flooding in, with the ever-resonating pipe organ in the background, the camera pans to the sky above the grand theater.
One by one, puppet-like figures float in the air.
Threads extend from their backs, stretching upward into the sky.
As the camera zooms out, the viewers realize—these puppets are packed tightly, beyond count.
A chill runs through everyone.
Could The Oak Family members the Dream Master mentioned earlier...
be the ones now hanging here?
This... is Order?
And just then, a heavy sound comes from behind Sunday.
Following the sound, he turns.
The small blue-black bird has fallen to the ground, eyes rolled back—clearly, its function has ended.
Sunday looks shocked, his mouth slightly open.
Because the Dream Master... has become one of the sacrificed 100,000.
Which actually means... the Dream Master was one of the costs Sunday had to pay.
Taking a breath, Sunday collects himself.
All the sacrifices, all the prices, were for this moment.
A moment later, a gentle voice echoes through the 'empty' theater.
"I shall soar into the sky, and become the sun above."
"Under my light, the masses shall grow fervently, and all sin shall be burned away."
As the final word falls, the pipe organ crashes down, leaving only a lingering, echoing tone.
The camera keeps panning upward.
It encompasses Sunday and all the members of the Oak family, then plunges into darkness.
...
"Two system hours before the Charmony Festival begins, same location."
Until this moment.
Every piece of music perfectly matches the content being expressed.
The atmosphere of an impending final battle, where everything is about to conclude, grows heavier.
The barrage of comments has gradually faded.
The audience is holding their breath, watching intently.
Waiting for the final moment.
And when the darkness dissipates—
At the red carpet in front of the theater entrance—
The trio from the astral express has already arrived.
"This is the place. Let's go." Himeko leads the way.
"Yes! We finally get to beat that guy up!" March 7th is full of energy.
"Proceed carefully." Stelle isn't holding anything, just wearing the hat acquired from Mikhail.
The three of them follow the red carpet, going deeper into the theater.
Along the way, they don't see a single person—neither in the lounge area nor the corridors—only puppet-like figures glowing with strange light.
Their postures vary, and they appear in these bizarre places.
Although nothing has jumped out to scare them yet, March 7th still hunches her neck and keeps her distance.
"This place is way too weird."
"I thought Sunday would call the entire Oak family over and gang up on us with some underhanded tactics!"
March 7th whispers.
She was originally walking in front, but gradually fell behind Himeko and Stelle, curling up behind them for protection.
Finally, when they reach the depths of the theater—
Sunday, who had been waiting but vanished from sight, finally speaks.
His voice is as rich and gentle as a choir leader's, echoing through the theater.
"History is a mirror. It reflects the truest form of the universe."
"We can also use this opportunity to understand Penacony and the Aeons more deeply."
"Let us begin from the very start of the world."
With Sunday's words, he begins recounting the stories written by the followers of Order.
From the first day, the birth of Order, a giant projection fills the stage.
But the narrative is full of religious overtones.
Speaking of all things returning to the knowable, the birth of the Order.
Speaking of using stardust as feathers, forging a black tunnel of reason.
With the background music of the Will, the sense of sanctity and awe is overwhelming.
But the audience can't hold it in anymore.
…
: "Start with the Big Bang!" Sunday bro, you're really starting from there huh.
: This background music is perfect for Sunday's narration, but sorry—we've already transcended time and learned the truth! You can't fool us!
: The most Biblical episode yet!
: This isn't history—this is some cult doctrine written by Order zealots!
: A gospel written by the choir themselves?
: So what, is this Sunday preaching the Order's funeral rites?
: Damn! The Joy lunatic is back, I'm cracking up.
…
Though Sunday's storytelling is sanctimonious,
The audience, already experienced with the Universal Swarm Disaster and the Myriad Celestia Trailers have their own shields of belief regarding the universe and its future.
As Stelle said, no matter what, the future of the universe cannot belong to Order!
Yet this doesn't make the next part of the story boring.
Because in this part, while Sunday is narrating, the game uses puppets to act out scenes like an opera, accompanied by an increasingly intense piano solo.
In the show, this part is perfectly presented.
From the perspective of Sunday's narration and the express crew, the puppets, all in different poses from earlier, gather from the sky into the hollow center of the grand theater.
With the reversed dream bubbles and memory matter, they form grand operatic scenes.
Some are pulled into the sky with strings, playing the piano with eerie methods.
Some group in twos or threes along the crew's path, using exaggerated but artistic styles to act out the tales within Sunday's story.
Whenever a new era begins, it's always shown in a theatrical way, slicing different styles of stories into separate acts.
The piano alternates between heavy and light notes.
Combined with the puppets' performance, the audience's visual experience is at its peak.
…
: Guys, life is good now. I'm finally enjoying the Order's lifestyle.
: So artistic—this whole sequence is like a living opera! And with Sunday narrating his doctrine, it really feels like being in a cathedral!
: I thought this part would be boring. It's brilliant!
: So Order, is this how you spent your time when the universe was peaceful and problem-free?
…
While the audience is joking and chatting, the show is reaching its finale.
From the Order's ideals to what happened in Penacony, Sunday retells it all in this fashion.
As if trying to tell the express crew:
Only Order can save Penacony.
The piano falls into deeper, heavier tones.
Crossing a red carpet suspended midair, leading to a floating island stage—
The trio finally reaches the deepest part of the theater.
Sunday is there, waiting for them.
"No need to say more."
"Our answer has never changed."
Himeko doesn't waste words and declares firmly.
"No matter what, we can't convince each other. Since fate has destined us to battle—then let us show the universe a righteous path with our own destinies!"
Sunday nods.
Then, expression darkening, he prepares himself.
"However, before the prelude of the future officially begins, I ask that you spend a little more time thinking…"
Just when everyone thought Sunday was about to start another speech—
A giant pipe organ crashes into the theater.
Bathed in light, Sunday begins to chant slowly.
"Are day and night equal?"
"Are the righteous and the sinners equal?"
As he spoke, the long-calm eyes finally showed strong emotion.
Turning around, Sunday spread his arms wide, floating in the air!
A beam of light descended from the sky.
"If humans are born weak, where can the weak find peace!"
The piano roared like a chaotic symphony!
The audience widened their eyes.
Because the battle is about to begin!
Stelle, Himeko, and March 7th all drew their weapons in an instant!