He saw himself, clad in a crimson robe, walking through the desert. An unrecognizable figure was chasing him from behind, but he stabbed it with his sword.
He saw himself tied to a stone pillar, being consumed by a firestorm. The figure unflinchingly rushed forward, sharing the endless pain with him.
He saw that figure holding him, without any hesitation, leapt into the rolling magma.
He saw himself repeatedly stabbing the figure, but the figure still pressed on determinedly. Every life, it would find him, accompany him, standing against the world.
In the illusion, that figure truly existed, it wasn't his imagination.
He understood, that figure, it was Canary.
"Canary…"
Infinite illusions, like recurring reincarnations.
Those... were illusions, the life of a great demon.
Originally, when he entered the gate of demons, he experienced the life of a great demon.
Canary broke into it, trying to wake him up.
"I remember now."
All the scenes turned into endless emotions.
