The time I had to endure to get here was long. It was about time I thought back to a certain nightmare I had. In the battle of the twelfth floor, I, a drop of water, had been part of an intense current before I had gotten killed by the Demon King. That was when I had seen her trauma, the nightmare that belonged to the master of nightmares.0

[Initiating your Skill penalty.]0

[Recreating your killer’s trauma.]0

[The penalty’s intensity level is intermediate.]0

[The penalty’s theme is the Preta Realm.] 0

[Recreating Monster Demon King of Autumn Rain’s trauma.]0

A village was engulfed by an inferno. I was standing in the center, alone.0

“Burn it!”0

“Burn down the witch’s nest!”0

No, I wasn’t on my own. At least I had the Guardian by my side. The person who was truly alone in this inferno stood on the opposite side. Her name was Estelle, the Saintess of the Outskirts and the salvation of all the sick.0

“Don’t show any mercy. They are all cursed monsters!”0

“Don’t miss anyone!”0

Estelle’s confusion left her speechless. She had no idea what was going on, so she just opened and closed her mouth. Why? Why were humans burning other humans? The people they were burning were the parents who had expressed their gratitude to her for giving their babies new lives. All of those...0