The Obsidian Port City

In Zaha's dreams… everything looked red. The sun stopped in the west, fixed, and would not set as long as he was trapped in the dream. The ground was red with bloodstains, and the smell of burning flesh wafted through the air.

Fire.

It burned everything, and the cries of women and children could be heard in all directions.

It was then that Zaha refocused on what was happening in front of him. The giant White Wolf had passed far away, walking steadily towards the square. And that was when Zaha saw Arai across the street, watching the procession in awe while smiling widely with happiness and pride at her best friend.

In his dream, Arai stood before him, protecting him in the midst of chaos. Zaha looked sadly at the woman. This time, it was he who would protect her.