In the fourth-dimensional time and space, the silent heroic spirits are still fighting, defending the highest dignity of warriors. In this beginningless and endless dreamscape, his consciousness is in a state of extreme tension, as if nothing remained besides the previous call. Nevertheless, the healthy complexion still appeared vivid, yet his breath remained completely halted…
A gentle breeze quietly brushed across his cheeks, bringing a trace of relaxation and comfort to his taut spirit, a refreshing and natural sensation he had long missed.
Coldly staring at his opponent, gradually... the Cantelu warrior's movements came to a halt, reaching out as if trying to grasp the last straw, continually letting out hoarse roars, "How!? Impossible! I will not lose… how could this happen..."
As the Cantelu warrior gradually distanced, a barely noticeable curve appeared at the corner of his mouth, "It seems I should be going as well."
