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"You have to wake up, Louis. You cannot continue like this…"
"I know you're going through a lot, but… there are so many people outside suffering because of what you've become…!"
"Louis, please…! Answer me…"
Niflheim kept whispering to Louis, who stared silently at the floor. His body slowly crumbled into dust as the dark red wood spread further across the barren wasteland.
"This feels like when the Gardener invaded his Fantasy Heart. Is it somehow related? But how?"
She scanned the area, analyzing the tree's composition, only to realize it was Louis himself. The wood contained his blood, bone, flesh, and soul.
It was an aberrant extension of his existence—a cancerous mass that continued multiplying, surging into the real world to warp space and create its own Fantasy Realm.
"But why does it feel so similar? Where is that damn flower?"
