[Area] The Lethean Dream

"Alright, I'll transport everyone to the Records."

Antheia takes out two small crystals, pale and multicoloured, and throws them into the air. They spin around in a circle, creating a trail of rainbow light that soon encompasses the entire army.

"A ground rule: Unless I or the Librarian tell you to, you do not touch any of the records. Do I make myself clear?"

Thoren nods before glaring at some of the other seths to make sure they won't misbehave.
"...Your words are clear."

Jasper, still sitting next to Mac at the piano, notices Nora approaching from above.
"hey, who the fuck is that?"
Thoren looks up and remembers her.
It's the fangirl. Not threatening, but vaguely awkward to speak with. Thoren addresses the group to avoid unneeded conflict and mistrust.
"She's fine, don't act too defensive unless she asks for something ridiculous."

The seths are beginning to weaken, all except for Thoren. He can still feel the black wind trying to tug at him, but his connection with Alpha Seth seems to be keeping him sustained. He looks up to the sky and and sees a massive opening leading to an uncaring and harsh black void, with white splotches?
He returns his gaze to the army. They are starting to huddle together to conserve energy. Despite this though, Mac is continuing to play his piano. The song he is playing? The Final Countdown.

Thoren calls out for Seth internally. He and his men need help and answers, now. The End is Near.
Seth answers back, though he doesn't seem to be in much of a condition to do much, very tired and enduring a continuous dull pain.
Thoren racks his memories for anything that might save them. And then, it hits him. Well, actually, it doesn't. Raphael figures it out a second before he does.

"I have a solution. We need to enter The Stage. It's across the bubble on the Ice planet, but if we can get there fast, we could make it over there."

Some of the later seths, including schrodinger and Kusari react in unison.
"The Stage?! Do you even know what kinda shit that thing did?"

Thoren feels like he knows about it. It may be their only chance of survival.
"We have to do this. I don't fucking care if the stage is a piece of shit, this is a win or lose situation here. Everyone, let's get a plan going!"

Remose has been listening to the conversations. It appears the Seth's have an idea to save the ghosts. But what if the process could be simplified?

He enters the chat on his glasses to tell Smoke his plan.

Remose looks to the sky. Suddenly the dome appears, hovering in mid air above the trees. Remose clears the area of anyone laying about as the dome is lowered to the ground.

Upon setting it down, Smoke collapses onto the ground taking deep breaths, exhausted.

"that was harder than i thought it'd be"

"You did a good job." Remose looks to the dome now, it appears the door is locked?

Nate appears near Smoke, clearly visible to the others. He looks over at the locked door. Of course he has the key, he never gave the key back. But, do these terrible young men deserve to continue existing?
Sure, Koholint is safe, in both instances even, but he still feels this uncanny dislike for them. All of them. Even the ones that died before they could even stab anybody.
It bothers him.

He's not sure what to do. He's always been able to follow his heart, but he's not sure what his heart is telling him anymore, especially when Smoke's heart seems to be set on saving them.
So he stays there in place, waiting for an answer.

Antheia's crystals slow down before they lose all colour. She stumbles and falls to the ground.
"Fuck...!A-Ahh...What...What happened...?"

Ophelia looks at the sky, and ultimately the giant tear in the sky.
Everything is starting to collapse.

"Wh...whAT THE ACTUAL MOTHER OF GOD FUCKING HELL...THAT IS A FUCKING HOLE. WE'RE GONNA DOUBLE-DIE."

The moment went so fast...From the tear in the sky, to the mentioning of The Stage...
Raine's heart starts to pound, almost to the point where it would burst at any moment.
Panic sets in. Her murky tears start to pour out of her eyes. She falls to her knees, clutching her mace as if it were her own life on the line.
The only sound that comes out of her is her heavy breathing.

And then...slowly...ripples in the dream start to form. One, then another. And another. Various souls of Kat start pouring out of them, appearing as simple wisps.
Eventually, the deluge of souls slows down to a trickle.

Eventually, the last that come out are several figures. Two with horns, one seems to be Ciel. Two of them are Ribbon, who seems to be completely dumbfounded, and Balmung, who seems to still be unconcious...and in a very, very familiar shade of blue. One...seems to be an unconscious ghost of a man with a red hood and dreadlocks.

And the last slowly falls out of the ripple.
An unfamiliar girl, very similar to Raine, in a nightgown that seems to hold a galaxy.