At four o'clock in the morning, the horizon already began to glow with the first light of dawn. The sporadic bird calls in the forest rose and fell, adding a touch of natural vitality to the castle amidst the swamp.
Li Aozi sat on the bed, struggling out of the nightmare of memories. His entire body trembled uncontrollably, the sweat-soaked sheets beneath him. The scenes before his eyes constantly shifted, the dream and reality overlapping, making it hard to distinguish between the two.
Was that dream… real?
No, to be precise, was that really his own memory?
["Am I... Morphederia's cannon fodder? Was I a god in my previous life?"]
["You must be joking!"]
After a brief moment, Li Aozi calmed down and raised his hand.
Splaying his five fingers.
Grasping.
Clenching his fist.
Releasing.
Turning it over.
"...Gone."
Li Aozi lowered his head, his gaze sweeping repeatedly over the fair, delicate skin.
Not porcelain skin but something that could barely be called human skin.
