"It's no wonder the boss had me participate in the ritual of the Silver Crowned Dragon defeating Supreme Heaven in my dream."
Iver murmured, his gaze gradually clearing. "Was he also worried that I hadn't sealed my memories as promised...?"
He stared at the "Sun" card in his hand as more and more memories surged into his mind.
The former Crowned Angel had been split in two, yet the part that should originally have been discarded had become the lofty Pillar God;
There were also the three profound paintings from the Promotion Ritual he and Aleister had participated in—
Every Grand Banquet must come to an end. Drink your fill of The Fool's blood and devour the flesh of the Banquetor until the feast was complete and the guests had eaten their fill and dispersed. Then, the host of the banquet would once again become perfect and ascend to the position of Angel. The banquet they longed for would eventually be held again—perhaps in the Dream Realm, perhaps in the future.
Rebellion is the first blade of the helpless, while curses are the last. History will eventually repeat itself, once, twice, three times... No one can escape the curse of the Eternal Ring. The one who becomes king must die beneath a blade, while the one who kills with a blade must become king. Perhaps this is a paradox, or perhaps it is a cycle. Who knows? Not only are all living beings blood-devouring beasts, even the gods are no more than beasts that feed on one another...
The sun will eventually set, and fate will eventually reach its destination. Every encounter must one day end in parting, yet after parting, there can still be reunion. Beneath the blazing sun, reaching freedom is impossible. But if the light of the