It was a dream.
A dream that was either happy or sad.
No.
It should be said that it was two dreams.
One dream was happy.
The other dream was sad.
The boy first had a happy dream.
It was a vast grassland that stretched as far as the eye could see.
There was wind on the grassland.
There were horses on the grassland.
There were sheep on the grassland.
There were people on the grassland.
The girl was riding a horse, galloping against the wind.
The surrounding sheep were driven away.
One by one, the people shouted at her.
But the girl was like a naughty child, desperately whipping the horse, making the horse under her run faster and faster on the grassland.
At that time, the girl was undoubtedly happy.
Even if she didn't smile, even if her status was higher than anyone else, being able to run on this endless grassland was enough for the girl to abandon all worries and enjoy the happiness.
In the future, someone will fear her.
In the future, someone will hate her.
In the future, someone will call her "God's Whip."
In the future, someone will think that she is the spokesperson of the God of War.
And she is also destined to ravage most of Europe's land, so that her name will remain in history.
However, that had nothing to do with the current girl.
At this moment, the girl only needed to run as fast as she could on this boundless grassland. Then, she would be satisfied.
The youth watched as the girl's white hair fluttered in the wind along with her pure white veil. Her tanned skin was sweating in the wind. Even if the girl's ruby-like eyes didn't carry any emotion, he could still feel her satisfaction and her cheerfulness.
Unfortunately, a dream was a dream after all.
Even if it was a happy dream, there was still a day to wake up.
So, the sad dream began to come.
The endless grassland turned into an ancient land.
The surrounding flocks of sheep turned into frenzied beasts, roaring in a frenzy.
The people who kept shouting at the girl also became existences from a very long time ago. They wore the clothes of the human civilization in the distant past and appeared on this ancient land.
The surface of the earth at that time was very different from today.
Whether it was the composition of the atmosphere, the many animals and plants, or the continent where the people who appeared here lived, it was not the same as it was now. It was the appearance left by a civilization a long time ago.
However, this civilization was destined to be destroyed.
Because the fire was burning.
The earth was burning.
The world was burning.
Everything that could be called a civilization had been destroyed.
The gigantic animals went berserk in such a place, roaring and charging until they self-destructed.
Facing all this, the people of the prehistoric civilization were in despair.
"They came too quickly."
The Prophet trembled.
"The only way is to fight."
The Dominator stood up.
"It's already too late."
The scholars gave up.
This was the final record of the ancient civilization.
What the youth saw now was the end of a civilization.
And the cause of all this was none other than the existence closest to the youth.
"— — —"
Was this the sound of the earth trembling?
"— — —"
Was this the wail of the atmosphere?
"— — —"
Was this the cries of the world?
"— — —"
Was this the sound of life?
No.
None of them are true.
It was the sound of footsteps.
The sound of footsteps was so loud that it was unusual.
The young man slowly raised his head and looked ahead.
There, at the burning end of the world, the main culprit that led to the destruction of everything in this world had appeared.
He slowly walked towards them.
He stepped on the ground with footsteps that shook the earth.
He had a huge body that covered the entire field of vision.
He had the power to destroy an entire planet.
He was a giant.
A white giant.
"— —"
This time, it was a roar.
A roar that announced the end of the world, the end of civilization, and the extinction of life.
It could shake the soul.
It could annihilate the spirit.
As long as one was bathed in the roar and heard it, no matter what kind of existence it was, they would subconsciously give up on their soul and spirit, and finally accept despair and death, walking towards the end of the road.
Now, the youth was bathed in the roar.
His soul was indeed shaken.
His spirit was indeed being annihilated.
However, in the midst of despair and death, the youth couldn't help but think so.
"Why do you sound so sad?"
This was the youth's only and final thought.
Then, the white giant came in front of the youth.
Facing him, it reached out a hand that covered the sky, causing everything in front of him to become completely dark.
This was the last scene of the youth's dream.
.....
This was a dream.
A very sad dream without a doubt.
The girl and the youth were both dreaming.
However, unlike the young man who could see a boundless grassland and a burning continent, the young girl only saw a white room in her dream.
In this room, there was nothing.
In this room, there was no end to cruelty.
This was just a pure white space.
There was only a pungent smell of medicine here.
This place was filled with cold instruments.
There was a dazzling bedding spread out here.
The girl saw it.
In that bed, a young child was lying on it.
His breathing was extremely weak.
His body could no longer move.
He gradually lost all signs of life.
His body was full of instruments and wires.
He was dying.
The girl clearly understood this fact.
Of course, the youth also understood this fact and accepted it calmly.
There was no other way. This was fate.
"In any case, there's no difference between early and late."
The youth had already given up.
"Even if there were another ten years, there would be nothing left."
This was just an unrealistic delusion.
"Then why continue to waste time?"
That was the youth's thought.
He was neither in despair nor in pain. He just accepted this result in a very normal, very normal way.
The girl understood everything.
However, while she understood, the girl was also full of confusion.
After all, that was what the girl thought.
"Why do you sound so sad?"
This was not the voice of someone who had accepted a cruel fate.
The girl couldn't help but approach and reach out her hand to the youth lying on the bed.
Unfortunately, the girl couldn't touch the youth.
Because, in the next second, the youth disappeared.
The girl looked at this scene in a daze, then closed her eyes.
Something that looked like tears flowed down from her ruby-like eyes that had been hidden.
The girl thought.
"This dream … when will I wake up …"
This was the last thought in the girl's dream.
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