'....That's me? No, he only 'looks' like me...' Atlas thought, his mind reeling in confusion.
It was already clear to him what the Lord of Dreams was doing—forcing him to relive moments that weren't his own but felt disturbingly familiar. In the end, it all tied back to the crimson demon's cryptic words before his death. Words about being a GUIDE.
'I ain't no fucking GUIDE. I don't remember this nonsense in the game either. Haa... FUCK!!!' Atlas cursed inwardly, his thoughts spiraling out of control.
From a third-person perspective, the world shifted once more. Now, they stood amidst scenes of an epic journey—a mature-looking Atlas traveling alongside a younger Dracula. Their bond seemed forged through fire and blood, each step laden with meaning far beyond mere adventure.
{{{You trusted me...}}} Dracula's voice softened, almost tender. {{{And I broke that trust so... many... times.}}}
