- How much time have I spent here? Am I asleep?
Fray had witnessed years of memories, yet he remained unaware of his location or the reason behind his inability to awaken. Each memory was familiar, until now.
Presently, Fray observed his eight-year-old self. Merely a year prior, young Fray had been coerced into joining the family's conflict. He had encountered death more times than he could tally, and his hands were stained with the blood of many, including three of his own siblings. Amidst the turmoil, his innocence gradually eroded, and the distance between him and his loved ones—his mother Isabel and his elder sister Erma—grew ever wider.
-At last, approaching the Lost memories.
The sun dipped low in the sky, casting a warm glow over the rural outskirts of Iskar city. A small, unassuming house stood in the quiet, its simple structure a stark contrast to the grandeur of the knights assembled before it.
