Two centuries have passed since that day.
In that time, so short and so long, Zion fell in love, knew what that great and incomparable love was, and sank into the pain of having lost it.
Then he gave everything to save what was left to save in his life dedicated to greatness. But he was never to leave.
The attachment that he had aroused in people was enough to stop his death.
Those who loved him sacrificed so much in turn to save him.
So in the end, Zion had to sleep. Sleep for a hundred years.
And then came the moment when his punishment finally came to an end.
He woke up.
And the first face he saw was that of his friend. His best friend.
"Ideron."
"Hey, good morning, buddy."
"Yes." Zion groaned. "How long was I asleep?"
"About a whole century."
"That's a long time, Ideron.
The latter nodded.
"That's true. But don't worry, you won't sleep anymore now. And a new world awaits you."
