Time rewinds to about one hour ago—
Edo, the settlement—
The sound of flames burning and ravaging can be heard.
Climbing up walls and ceilings, then spewing out a large amount of dazzling sparks and pungent black smoke.
Behind are the burning houses.
In front lies the street bathed in moonlight.
A familiar scene...
Impossible not to be familiar; I've dreamt of this picture repeatedly during this time.
So am I dreaming again... Even in a haze, Elodie immediately realized.
Dreaming again of that night ten days ago, that scene.
The mansion behind, already swallowed by waves of fire; the street ahead, draped in the moon's thin veil; the night sky overhead; the world extending to the horizon... The sky, the ground, everything appeared shrouded in a layer of dark gray.
Only one place showed vivid colors and brightness.
Right ahead, at no great distance, the arena of one versus sixty-seven.
On that swordsman.
