So it was all… a dream.
The kingdoms, the blade of nebula, the endless mana pulsing in my veins... gone. No Lilith. No Demon Overlord. No temple of Zolta. No war. No light. Just white walls, a slow beep, the smell of antiseptic, and my mother's warm hand in mine.
Was it all fake? Or was it… real in its own way?
I felt everything. The pain of battle. The thrill of power. The weight of responsibility. The warmth of love. It changed me. I wasn't just playing hero — I believed it. I fought for something. For people. For peace. For myself.
But now, I'm back. In this fragile world. My real world.
And yet… I don't feel empty. No, I feel full. Stronger. Clearer. That world may have been fiction, but the courage it gave me is real. The lessons — they're etched deep into my soul.
Back there, I kept running forward even when I didn't understand my powers. Even when everyone doubted me. Even when I doubted myself. That wasn't just a fantasy. That was who I truly am.
I understand now. That world wasn't an escape — it was a reflection. A mirror held up to the pieces of me I never dared to look at. It gave shape to my fears, my hopes, my guilt... and my strength.
Ishito...
The blade may not be in my hand, but it's in my heart now. Not as a weapon — but as a symbol. Of light. Of will. Of me.
I survived that world. I saved it. And now, I'll survive this one. I'll fight here — not with magic, but with determination. Not with power, but with purpose.
Thank you… for the dream.
But now, it's time I make something real.