Once again, a dream from the past, echoing into the present through his mind. It spilled out as tears that did not belong to him, cutting into him like the sharp edge of that golden sword resting in the throne room of the Master of Cinder.
Mitsuki brought a hand to his forehead, trying to calm the sadness and pain the dream had awakened. The expression on his face also revealed a deep disappointment at the "betrayal."
'I really… wish there were some kind of warning before having these kinds of dreams.' As soon as he calmed down, he took everything he had seen in that recent dream and connected it to what he had already dreamed before.
He understood that these were the memories of the body he had taken to transmigrate into this world—he had seen it in the dream of the person who died on the hill after turning into a statue of ash—but there were still many mysteries behind it.
