And just like that, Enzo's vision once again became filled with colors before he got transported somewhere else.
The colors swirled and merged, merging into scenes that felt both familiar and foreign. Enzo found himself standing in a grand hall, its architecture a blend of ethereal beauty and regal magnificence. The air was filled with a sense of purpose, and the walls seemed to resonate with the echoes of countless conversations.
However, something seemed a little odd. Even though he was standing in the middle of the hall, no one seemed to be aware of his presence. It was as if he was standing there, but at the same time, he was invisible.
'Strange,' He continued looking at his surrounding. 'Am I meant to be a bystander? Hmm, I should probably just observe, then. Not that I could do anything else anyway, even my butterflies aren't here.'
Indeed while they were here when he was talking to the first monarch, right now, it was as if they disappeared. Or rather, they didn't come with him.
Enzo watched as figures clad in ornate robes moved about the hall, engaged in animated discussions. Their voices were a low murmur, and he strained to catch snippets of their conversations. They spoke of alliances with distant realms, of a growing instability that threatened the balance of dimensions, and of a power that could tip the scales in their favor.
At the far end of the grand hall, a figure stood out. Clad in regal attire, the first monarch exuded an aura of authority and wisdom. And grand wings fluttered gently on her back while some butterflies could be seen resting on different parts of her body.
She was currently sitting on a throne, talking with someone, her face deepened as a frown appeared.
Moving closer to them, Enzo could hear what they were talking about.
"We cannot ignore the signs any longer," the first monarch said, her voice tinged with concern. "The convergence draws near, and with it, the potential for great upheaval."
The person she was speaking to, a figure with an air of arrogance, scoffed. "Why should we concern ourselves with the troubles of other realms? We have our own dominion to look after."
The first monarch's expression remained stern. "Because, Duke Valarian, the balance between dimensions is intricately linked. The instability in one realm can have far-reaching consequences that even we cannot escape."
Duke Valarian waved a dismissive hand. "Let the other monarchs worry about their own realms. We have no obligation to play savior."
Enzo noticed the tension in the hall, the subtle divide between those who shared the first monarch's concerns and those who aligned with Duke Valarian's perspective. It seemed that even among the leaders of the butterfly kingdom, there were differing opinions on how to address the impending convergence.
'Is it the different factions I read about? Royalty and Nobles?' Enzo thought as he continued listening to them.
"Above anything else, my liege, don't forget how the Monarch of War treated us the last time we needed help." The words of Duke Valerian seemed more angry than what Enzo expected to hear. "Those red-haired battle-hungry only care about their own survival, not ours, so why should we help them?"
Enzo felt a pang of recognition at the mention of the "Monarch of War." It was a title that seemed to fit the red-haired woman he had encountered earlier. It seemed that the reputation of her family started a long, long time ago, probably at the same time as the butterfly kingdom.
The first monarch's expression softened, and she spoke with a touch of sadness. "I understand your reservations, Duke Valarian. But remember that our strength lies in unity. The convergence threatens all dimensions, including ours. Turning a blind eye to the plight of others may lead to our own downfall."
Duke Valarian's face remained hardened. "Your idealism has its limits, my liege. But if you're intent on pursuing this path, I fear we may find ourselves divided, not united."
As the conversation between the first monarch and Duke Valarian continued, Enzo began to grasp the complexity of the challenges facing this world. The convergence, the alliances, the differing ideologies — all of these factors intertwined to shape the destiny of not just one realm, but many.
And above anything else, it seemed that the cause of this was the descent of the Eden. Otherwise, everyone would have lived happily on their own as there wouldn't be any outside interference.
Once again, the colors swirled, and Enzo found himself on a battlefield. He was alert for a second but then remembered that it was just a memory, thus he wasn't part of it.
It seems that he was in the middle of a war. However, it was much grander than the one he was in when he first got transported into a new realm.
The scenery was also different. While the old realm seemed to be rather fantasy-like, this one seemed... well he didn't really know. The only thing apparent was the grass painted red by the blood of the fallen soldiers, and desolation everywhere his eyes landed.
He observed the chaos and conflict around him, the clash of armies driven by different banners and causes. The once lush landscape was now marred by the scars of battle, and the cries of the wounded echoed in the air. Enzo could feel the tension, the fear, and the determination of those engaged in the fight.
Amidst the chaos, a figure stood out. A woman with fiery red hair, her armor adorned with intricate designs that seemed to flicker like flames. Her presence was commanding, her every move deliberate and strategic. She was the Monarch of War, a title that held weight not just in the present but also in the echoes of history.
Enzo's heart raced as he watched her fight, her blade dancing through the chaos with deadly grace. It was a sight to behold, a warrior born from necessity and molded by the trials of her realm.
However, what he saw next made him frown.
After all, the opponent the Monarch of War was facing was the Monarch of butterflies...
'Does it mean that even after helping them, the first monarch had to fight them?' His face deepened once again as he looked at the Monarch of War with deep anger.
However, he quickly calmed down as he decided to watch the fight. The scene happened long ago, so he couldn't change anything. However, what he could do was watch how the Monarch of Butterflies was fighting. And it was a sight to behold, to say the least.