Kalis Marry maintained her position, pinning Rober against the cold stone statue, and shrugged nonchalantly. 

"Of course" she replied, her tone slightly self-satisfied. 

"I found and gathered them days ago. Right after I realized I'd been pulled into this bizarre dream and figured out the situation, the first thing I did was look for the others."

"Days ago? You've been in this dream for days?"

Kalis nodded confirmation, her amber eyes studying Rober intently.

"That's right. As of today, it's been nearly a week."

Kalis's confirmation left Rober momentarily speechless. 

"A week?" he calculated. 

"But I only became clearly aware I was in this dream... starting yesterday?"

A hypothesis began to form in Rober's mind: 

"So, the souls pulled into this dream didn't all arrive at the same time, not on a single timeline. Time in this dream seems to follow a specific logic, like a real world."

"So... what about the others?" Rober asked. 

"Where are they? How are they doing?"

Kalis sighed, released Rober, and crossed her arms. 

"Them?" she said, her tone slightly indifferent. 

"They've also been here for a while, just like me. And it seems they've 'integrated' quite well into their new roles in this dream. Some are guards, some are hunters, some are farmers... Each has their task, and apparently, they've grown accustomed to their new identities. Gathering them together now would be difficult, I suspect, and not really necessary. Let's set that aside for now."

She looked directly into Rober's eyes, her gaze becoming more serious. 

"Right now, what I really want to know is... what exactly is this damnable dream? Why does it feel so real? And how did we all get pulled into here?" She narrowed her eyes. 

"Back then, on the stone platform, before our souls were taken, you said something. You definitely know something, don't you, Rober?"

Rober nodded in acknowledgment. 

"Yes, Madam Marry. I know a few things. But..."

He paused, choosing his words carefully. He didn't want to reveal too much irrelevant information. Nor did he wish to cause her unnecessary confusion.

He explained as concisely and simply as possible: 

"I cannot explain the details to you, because I don't fully understand this dream myself yet. It holds too many mysteries, its own rules that we haven't grasped."

"But" he emphasized, "there is one thing you need to understand. This dream is not a natural phenomenon or a random accident. It was created using magical energy. And, like any story, any play, it must have an ending. An ending that aligns with the intentions of its creator."

"Only when we find that ending, and 'play' our roles properly until the curtain falls, can we awaken, escape this dream, and return to the real world."

Kalis Marry listened intently, her brow slightly furrowed, trying to digest the information Rober had provided. 

"An ending... that matches the creator's intent?" she repeated. 

"That sounds rather vague. Specifically, how are we supposed to reach that ending? And how can we know which ending is the 'correct' one?"

Kalis Marry's question once again triggered the Sage System in Rober's mind. He felt a familiar flood of information enter his consciousness. But surprisingly, the information this time was very brief. It simply mentioned the union ceremony of Princess Andromeda and the hero Perseus, taking place at sunset.

Rober wasn't surprised by this information. He had already suspected that this significant event would be the crux, the most important focal point of this "play."

He turned to Kalis Marry and replied, "I'm not one hundred percent certain, madam. But I have a strong intuition that the union ceremony of Princess Andromeda and the hero Perseus at sunset is that decisive moment. That will be the 'final act' of this play. As for what specifically we need to do during that ceremony to achieve the 'correct ending' intended by the dream's creator, I cannot yet say for sure."

Kalis Marry thought for a moment, then a mischievous spark lit up her amber eyes. She grinned and said, "So, what if we ruin the ceremony? Turn it into a nightmare, for instance? People usually wake up more easily from nightmares, right?"

Rober shook his head, disagreeing. 

"I don't think so, madam" he said. 

"This dream isn't an unconscious one, randomly generated by our brains. It's a world constructed with magical energy, with astonishing detail and logic. I don't believe a terrible ending, a nightmare, is what the creator of this dream desires."

He paused, then added: 

"Furthermore, we must remember that we didn't arrive in this dream at the same time. You've been here a week, while I've only been aware for a day. That means time in this dream flows linearly, and might even be subject to loops caused by some manipulation. If we deliberately sabotage things, create the 'wrong' ending, we might very well get trapped in a time loop, forced to relive this dream over and over again, until we find and fulfill the 'correct' ending."

Hearing Rober's analysis, Kalis Marry felt he had a valid point. She nodded in agreement. 

"Alright, you're right. We shouldn't be reckless."

But then she grinned mischievously again, adding, "However, if by some misfortune we do get stuck in a time loop like you said, it wouldn't be entirely terrible, would it? At least we'd have more time to learn and research the strange languages of the gods here."

Rober was slightly taken aback by Kalis Marry's strangely optimistic outlook. He could only shake his head with a wry smile.

He then changed the subject, returning to something that had been bothering him: 

"Madam Marry, may I ask you something? It seems you've already become a disciple of some god? From what I understand, in this dream, only those who have become a disciple of a god possess the ability to know the divine language and perform magic through it."

Kalis Marry nodded confirmation. 

"That's correct" she replied. 

"After investigating and realizing the rules of magic here closely matched what you told me before, about incantations actually being a language to communicate with the gods, I decided to visit the temple."

She continued her story: 

"There, I underwent the initiation rite and was suggested to become a disciple of Hephaestus, the god of fire and the forge." She shrugged. 

"It was suggested I choose him, perhaps because I have an innate affinity for elemental fire magic? After the rite, I heard his voice in my head, and somehow, I quickly learned how to use his language to create magic."

Rober couldn't help but be impressed. 

"You learn remarkably fast! Truly a genius!" 

He added, slightly teasingly, "It's just that, from my time interacting with you, I got the impression you didn't care much for gods and religions?"

Kalis Marry shook her head, answering frankly: 

"I dislike the deities in the world outside. I don't believe they require worship, even though I consistently use their power via incantations for my own purposes."

She paused, then went on: 

"But this situation is somewhat different. This is a dream. And I have no idea who the gods here truly are. So, within this dream... anything goes. As long as I can use magic to protect myself and find a way out of here, temporarily becoming a disciple of some god doesn't matter much."

Rober asked curiously, "So, even though you don't truly revere your god Hephaestus, you were still able to use such impressive fire magic? It seems that god must favor you quite a bit?"

Kalis Marry sighed, looking slightly annoyed. 

"Not at all, Rober" she replied. 

"In this dream, it's not like the outside. Here, if I show even a hint of disrespect, or harbor irreverent thoughts about my chosen god, the magic I cast immediately goes out of control or fails to manifest completely."

She referred back to the incident at the temple: 

"Like that massive fireball earlier. Honestly, I only intended to create a tiny flame on my fingertip. But while 'communicating' with Hephaestus, meaning, while silently reciting the incantation in my head, I might have used some words that were informal and slightly disrespectful. The result was that a tiny flame turned into a huge, uncontrolled fireball that almost incinerated the entire temple."

She compared: "In the world outside, I just need to correctly recite the incantation researched and written down in books, and that's enough to create magic without having to worry about the mood of any particular god."

She sighed again, then mused aloud, as if talking to herself, "Perhaps the gods in the world outside are actually nicer and more easygoing than the ones here."