Bremmer, Megrail Estate
"Hmm~ Hmm~"
Atlas walked around the estate, admiring the numerous murals on the walls. Though he had seen these murals since he was a child, only now did he truly understand and appreciate their beauty.
"It's nice, isn't it?"
An older gentleman, bearing a strong resemblance to Atlas but with gray hair and a weathered face, appeared beside him.
Despite his age, his yellow pupils still shone brightly as he gazed at the murals.
In particular, his gaze fell on a mural depicting two massive armies clashing—one composed of humans, the other of monsters.
"It was a brutal fight. I can still recall the amount of blood that was spilled that day. It still haunts me to this day."
Though his tone was calm, the subtle trembling in his voice betrayed his true feelings. Atlas stood silently beside him, absorbing the gravity of his words.
'The Fight of the Seven Nights.'
