It had been 6 hours since the members of the Thousand Faces Guild entered the Dungeon.
The scenes within the Dungeon were full of excitement, the occasional laugh, and a showcase of power. Contrary to them, the world outside was even quieter. None knew why the world had fallen silent, but most of the Dreamers could feel this silence's heaviness. Maybe the source of this heaviness was because of the approaching Random-Allocation.
Or maybe the source of this heaviness was a single hall, occupied by the three Barons, scientists, and the world's prominent leaders. Despite the presence of the infamous Black Hand, all eyes had been staring at the vast screen and the man under it.
Mr. Santino, chairman of the World Space Administration.
