The cries of battle shook the heavens and earth.
It was as if black feathered arrows covered the sky, countless Undead surged past on the red earth, and the sounds from behind were indistinguishable between Human despair, anger, or tragedy. Frey tried her best to turn around but couldn't move a muscle. Then the girl saw a Knight covered in white phosphorous flames sitting on a skeletal warhorse approaching her, looking down from above with eyes burning with fierce flames, a gaze she relived every night this week.
But this dream was so real that Frey was too tense to speak, staring wide-eyed at the Knight.
"You weren't meant to wake up; the destiny borne by the descendants of the Valkyrie is far too heavy," the knight said in a hoarse, wind-leaking voice. "Do not stake everything for a belief that is unrealistic."
