Lancelot awoke once again, only to find that he had not arrived in the Emerald Prairie of his dreams.
"What's... going on?"
After opening his eyes, he realized he was still lying on the dry, desolate grey prairie of the Shadow Nation.
The sky was still the familiar colorless shade of grey and black.
In theory, once Lancelot truly died, the knights of the Silver-Crowned Dragon... his former comrades and brothers-in-arms, were supposed to ride across the Rainbow Bridge from the Dream Realm and escort his soul to the domain of the Silver-Crowned Dragon.
The towering mountain range where the snowflakes fluttered was the home of the Silver-Crowned Dragon, located in the Crystal Mountain Range. Notable guests would visit from time to time, and there was a great library gifted by the Great Sage where knights could read and study; ordinarily, the knights would ride their horses across the Emerald Prairie at the foot of the mountains.
