Eden had a dream.
In the dream, he stood at the highest point of Danschel, facing the city, surrounded by countless soldiers, with countless people crying for him at the foot of the mountain. The sound of their lamentation spread throughout the entire city, filling every street and alleyway, but he felt no sadness. Instead, he smiled and offered his final blessing to the Mortal World.
Under the brilliance that illuminated the earth, he was like an Emperor scrutinizing his city!
Emperor, punishment, questioning, humiliation—all vanished at that moment, and after praying, he became a Martyr to his own cause.
The scene paused here, suddenly torn apart by something.
Eden felt a surge of panic; he tried to escape the dream, desperately trying to wake up, but there was no escape.
