The banging sound of the heads of the beings with crimson-black wings echoed inside the Ancient Throne Hall.
Its once dilapidated and destroyed columns were now back to their lustrous design.
Angels flapped their wings, a sight that could be seen outside the opened door.
The sandy desert was gone, replaced by a burning dark and gloomy forest with thousands... no, millions of soldiers of creatures marching towards the castle.
Lidien felt nothing... no excitement, no fear. Just dead.
Then...
Suddenly...
He was pulled out from the memory, no... the History.
"You are not ready yet."
Lidien hardly focused his eyes, and the next thing he saw was his own image, reflected by the ocean of verve, slowly dissipating.
His eyes were red, bloodshot... bleeding... his lips chapped and faded, even his skin turned so pale that it almost became transparent as he could see his blood veins.
Without strength, Lidien weakly raised his head...
There, once again... the God of Death was present.
