————It's a dream.

A dream that I don't know if it's happy or sad.

No.

It should be said that these are two dreams.

A dream is happy.

A dream is sad.

The first thing a teenager has is a happy dream.

It was a vast prairie as far as the eye could see.

There is wind in the steppe.

There are horses on the steppe.

There are sheep on the steppe.

There are people in the steppe.

The girl was riding a horse and galloping in the wind.

The surrounding flock was driven away.

One by one, people shouted at her.

But the girl, like a naughty child, whipped the horses desperately, making the horses under her run faster and faster on the grassland.

At that time, the maiden was undoubtedly happy.

Even if she doesn't smile, even if her status is higher than anyone else, being able to run on this endless grassland is enough for the girl to abandon all her troubles and enjoy this happiness to the fullest.

In the future, someone will be afraid of her.

In the future, someone will hate her.

In the future, some people will call her the "Whip of God."

In the future, some people will think that she is the spokesperson of the god of war.

And she is destined to ravage most of Europe, leaving her prestige in history and known.

However, it has nothing to do with the current girl.

At this moment, the girl only needs to run as much as she wants on this endless grassland, then she is already satisfied.

The boy watched the girl's white hair flutter in the wind along with the white veil, and the dark skin sweated in the wind, even if the girl's ruby eyes did not carry any emotion, he could feel her satisfaction, her cheerfulness.

Unfortunately, dreams are dreams after all.

No matter how happy a dream is, there will still be a day to wake up.

And so, sad dreams began to come.

The endless steppe becomes an ancient land.

The surrounding flock turned into wild beasts, roaring in a riot.

The people who kept shouting at the girl also became the beings of a long time ago, wearing the clothes that were popular in human civilization in the distant past, and appeared on this ancient land.

The surface of the earth then was very different from what it is now.

Whether it is the composition of the atmosphere, the many flora and fauna, or the continent inhabited by the people who appear here, it is not what it is now, but what it is left over from a long, long time ago.

It's just that this civilization is destined to be destroyed.

Because, the fire has already burned.

The surface is burning.

The world is burning.

Everything that can be called civilized has been destroyed.

Animals of immensparious size were in such a place, roaring and galloping until they perished.

In the face of all this, the people of prehistoric civilizations were extremely desperate.

"It's coming too fast."

The prophet shuddered.

"There's only one way to fight."

The Dominator stepped forward.

"It's already too late."

Scholars gave up.

This is the last record of ancient civilizations.

What the boy is seeing now is the end of a civilization.

It was none other than the existence closest to the boy that caused all this to happen.

“————”

Is this the tremor of the earth?

“————”

Is this the wailing of the atmosphere?

“————”

Is this the weeping of the world?

“————”

Is this the hissing of life?

No.

Neither.

That's footsteps.

Loud to the sound of unusual footsteps.

The boy slowly raised his head and looked ahead.

There, at the end of the world where the fire burns, the culprit who led everything in this world to its destruction appears.

He ———— slowly walked this way.

He ———— steps that shake the earth.

He ———— possessed a large size that covered his vision.

He ———— carries the power that can destroy the entire planet.

He is a giant.

A white giant.

“————”

This time it's a roar.

The roar that announces the end of the world, the end of civilization, and the extinction of life.

It has the power to shake the soul.

It is capable of annihilating the spirit.

As long as you are bathed in that roar and hear that voice, no matter what kind of existence it is, you will subconsciously give up your soul and spirit, and finally accept despair and perdition, and go to the end.

Now, the boy was bathed in the roar.

The soul was indeed shaken.

The spirit is indeed annihilating.

However, halfway through despair and perdition, the boy couldn't help but think so.

"Why does your voice sound so sad?"

This was the teenager's only and last thought.

Then the white giant came to the boy.

At him, he stretched out a hand that covered the sky and the sun, making everything in front of him completely dark.

This is the last scene of the dream that the teenager had.

............

————It's a dream.

An undoubtedly very sad dream.

The girl, like the boy, is dreaming.

It's just that, unlike the boy who can see the endless grassland and the burning continent, the dream of the girl is only a white room.

In this room, there is nothing.

In this room, there is no end to cruelty.

It's just a pure white space.

There are only a lot of pungent medicinal smells here.

It's full of cold instruments.

There is a dazzling bedding here.

The girl saw it.

In the quilt was a small child lying on it.

His breath ———— extremely weak.

He was physically unable to move ————.

He ———— gradually losing the breath of life.

His ———— was covered with instrument threads.

He's dying.

The girl was well aware of this fact.

Of course, the boy himself was aware of this fact and accepted it calmly.

No way, that's fate.

"Anyway, there's no difference between an early arrival and a late arrival."

The boy had already given up.

"Even if there is another ten years, there will be nothing left."

It's just an unrealistic delusion.

"Then why waste any more time?"

That's what the boy thought.

There is neither despair nor pain, just a very normal, ordinary acceptance of this result.

The girl understood all this.

However, in addition to understanding, the girl was full of incomprehension.

After all, that's what the girl thought.

"Why does your voice sound so sad?"

This is not the voice of a man who has accepted a cruel fate.

The girl involuntarily approached and stretched out her hand to the boy lying on the bed.

It's a pity that the girl didn't be able to touch the boy.

Because, in the next second, the boy disappeared.

The girl watched this scene in amazement, and then closed her eyes.

Something like tears flowed down from his hidden ruby-like eyes.

That's what the girl thought.

"This dream... When will you wake up..."

This was the last thought of the girl's dream.