"What have you done?"
"W–Why, big brother?"
"You… you became a monster…"
"…!"
I jolted awake. My vision blurred for a second before the bright sky above greeted me. Sunlight filtered through the swaying branches, too harsh for my tired eyes.
Lifting an arm, I shielded my face, letting out a slow sigh before pushing myself upright from the bench. The morning air carried the scent of blooming flowers, and birds chirped somewhere nearby—sounds that should have been comforting.
But they weren't.
Not when that dream haunted me again.
A twisted fusion of the Second Game's ending, where Edward met his death, condemned as a monster by the protagonist and the heroines… and Claudia's prophecy, woven into one harrowing nightmare.
I couldn't recall exactly how Christina and Alea had looked at me in that vision, but I could feel it—the fear, the hesitation, the judgment in their eyes.
It wasn't just a nightmare.
It was a prophecy.
