Shadow surfaced from the deep pool of memories, feeling a strange melancholy. He was not someone to be consumed by emotion, but at the moment, there was a dull ache in his chest. Everything he saw made him feel mournful.
The beauty of the Kingdom of Hope, the majesty of the great theater… and young Noctis.
It was hard to imagine that all these things were fated to become a desolate ruin. The kingdom of Hope would become a shattered land of bloodshed and madness, her pristine white theater would become a ghastly slaughterhouse, and Noctis… Noctis would become one of the chains that bound the Demon of Desire.
Until he was bound and driven mad by eternity, choosing to break her chains.
Shadow lowered his gaze.
'Knowledge… is indeed the heaviest thing in the world.'
A quiet sigh escaped from his lips.
Noctis and Snuggle, meanwhile, were still discussing the play. However, their conversations slowly shifted to the deity who had built it.
