"What?"
Rod became anxious all of a sudden.
"Why? How could it happen so quickly?"
Theodore smiled and said, "Your dream realm is in a hurry, it has detected my abnormal presence and is urgently trying to correct this mistake."
Rod was taken aback. "What do you mean? How will it correct it?"
Theodore slightly tilted his head, and Rod followed his gaze.
In the distance of the dream realm, on a plaza that looked as if it were made of pristine white marble, a pure white statue was forming, surrounded by a thin mist, as if celebrating its rebirth.
"What... is this?"
Theodore spoke softly, "It's a soul statue. It will record everything about a soul—its spirit, its soul, its past, its joys and sorrows, its loves and hatreds, and then it will release the constitutive source waves into the world to repair the state of Primordial existence."
