After jumping over the cosmic dimension, Blue and Yellow landed in an empty city that was destroyed by the past nuclear apocalypse. With a fitting short-term memory, the two immediately share the task of checking the perimeter of the street. After making sure the situation was completely safe from any threats, Yellow immediately gave a green signal to call the next group. From behind the thin fog, Ras Helia appeared, part of Mr. Plantae are known to have a humorous and super optimistic demeanor. Their arrival immediately broke the silence of the ruins because they moved in large groups as a marching band that was ready to hold a parade. DUM! DUM! TRRETEK-TEK-TEK! The sound of drums and musical instruments echoed happily in the middle of the dead city. This Helia group zig-zags across ancient asphalt cracks while playing a cheerful cosmic melody. Each of their steps magically spreads golden pollen, growing new plants that revive the remains of concrete ruins along the parade route. "Their action makes me dizzy, but also makes me want to order a taxi," muttered Yellow while paying attention to the dynamic movement of the parade formation. "That's called post-apocalyptic entertainment," Blue said coldly from the sofa where they were leaning. "Just like our adventure half of them came because of the cosmic weed, and the other half were confused about which dimension to move to the next." In a place where humans used to be extinct due to thinking too seriously about war and ego, the Helia Race horde actually brings unlimited cheerfulness. While the music parade continued to enliven the city, Blue began to tap his fingers to the rhythm of the song, and Yellow closed his eyes to enjoy the harmony of the atmosphere before their short memories evaporated again.