The putrid smell of blood filled the surroundings.

The terrible screams resounded from all directions along with metallic sounds, mercilessly snuffing the desperate hope of those who reached out towards life.

It was familiar.

The environment was similar to the countless battlefields he experienced until now. Raven attempted to open his eyes and to raise himself, but his body did not obey.

The sounds of the battlefield gradually faded away.

The feeling of being thrown into the darkness alone.

“Where… What…. Is…”

A voice seemed to tickle his ears. Raven once again tried opening his eyes, but it felt as if two large boulders were keeping them tightly shut.

In the meantime, the faint voice gradually became audible.

“Open your eyes. For what reason has the duke come to this place?”

The clear voice sounded familiar. It definitely belonged to someone he knew.

But the owner of the voice was…

“Great Aunt Attia?”

Raven called out after finally succeeding in opening his eyes.

“That is correct. Can you see me, duke?”

Raven nodded. He could see the confident, benevolent figure against...