Shune Lak Orazen, the younger brother of Vasen, the general of Black Scale, and older brother of Kyle, the king of Black Scale, suddenly opened his eyes and noticed something.

‘This isn’t Orazen.’

He saw a green grassland.

Although there was a vast delta at the mouth of Orazen’s river, it wasn’t so vast that it reached beyond the horizon. On this seemingly endless grassland, he saw Lizardmen sleeping here and there under the warm sunlight.

‘Endless green grass, warm sunlight, a gentle breeze… and even Lizardmen who are sound asleep as if they’re having happy dreams…’

Shune clapped.

“Oh my, this is the Prairie of Beginnings.”

The Prairie of Beginnings referred to the afterlife the religious order of Night Sky knew of.

Shune stared at the place that he had only ever pictured based on the descriptions of scriptures and the words of the priests, and then his mood turned gloomy.

“Oh no. Does this mean I’m dead?”

Then he dropped onto the ground.

“...Why…why did I die?”

His memories right before coming here were vague. He remembered hearing that the revelation priests had received news of Black Scale’s victory, and people were rushing about inside Black Scale’s palace to prepare for what would come after the war.

“Is…is it because...