It only takes a moment of daze, and the reunited soul returns to its shell.
But before that, something seems to stand between the soul and the body...
A dream from the past.
The remnants of that dream linger on Helios, still slowly evaporating, gradually dissipating. And for the first time, Huai Shi, as an outsider, breaches it.
But after Balder has already passed, whose dream is this?
Huai Shi gazes around in confusion.
Amid the desolate land, beneath the dark sky dome and the pitch-black earth, surrounded by forests, a withered knight sits on the emaciated horse, trudging with difficulty through the mire.
Weary, he asks every creature, pleading.
Yet he cannot see the phantom-like Huai Shi.
Because he does not belong here.
He is merely an onlooker.
Then, he sees the only vivid color in this dark and oppressive world.
Like fire.
Amidst the dried-up rivers and mountains, a shockingly bright red strand indifferently scans everything, emphasizing an unparalleled presence.
