Endless Blood Morthe, Ashmireth

The memory that never dreamed again...

The dream where he peacefully slept in the embrace of his mother's hard, sturdy body.

Now that his vengeance had come to an end, the dream had gradually shifted—transforming into a life shared with his new family. He has accept his mother's death, and he no longer wished to remain trapped in that dungeon with her forever...

The tower stood at approximately thirty feet tall. From its structure, it resembled one of the ancient ruins scattered across the Land of Ruins. Its rooftop was broken, allowing sunlight to pour in, nurturing the delicate white flowers that bloomed within. That same light cast its glow upon the throne—where an orc demon lord stood.

"Allen!"

The shout jolted him from his thoughts.