Rain stared at the reflection for a while, then sighed and sat down on the floor. “The other Mordret, huh? […]

Rain had been left to her own devices. The King of Nothing — that was who the tall man with

Song of the Fallen remained silent, offering no retort to his description. Mordret watched her for a while, then continued:

Some time later, Mordret was leaning on the wall in the circular hall containing the stone archway. The Princess of

All of it transpired just like Mordret had predicted it would. The name of the Dreamspawn spread like a plague,

Mordret had managed to become Supreme — and without the guidance of the Nightmare Spell, no less. The feat he

Chained in the mirror cage, utterly alone and powerless, Mordret spent a long time thinking about his senseless life, all

Mordret felt relieved because no matter how thoroughly he had deluded himself, deep down, he always understood what kind of

Looking at the three women in front of him, Mordret pondered what to do. One was Hollow, one was unconscious,

A lonesome mountain was looming over a vast mountain chain, cutting the sky with its jagged edges. A radiant moon