Ryuji's body drifted in a strange state, wrapped in darkness. Surrounded and trapped inside a void, causing him to feel isolated. He became lost in his broken memories. The beautiful smile of his mother appeared, offering comfort in the darkness.
Her figure and form blurred despite her familiar aura remaining. "Ryuji, why do you always act recklessly?" A concerned voice echoed in the void.
"Because it makes me feel alive, mother." His response was calm and sincere.
Nostalgic feelings flooded Ryuji's chest.
How long since he dreamed of his mother?
He felt pure happiness. From the moment she died, not once could he dream or see the memories they shared, and each night would greet him with nothing but darkness.
'This must be a dream, that damned priestess and her 'holy nectar!' I'll get my revenge and make her suffocate!'
