[Worn down by increasingly severe pain, he traveled far from home in search of a cure...]
[Heh heh... Our medical skills are second to none...]
[The moon is especially warm tonight...]
[Inspiration +1...]
[Patient]
They said memories had a scent. At that moment, Fu Qian seemed to smell the blood spraying from his own body.
Full Moon Garden?
When one door closed, another opened.
Although, in his last conversation with the Serpent of Fate, the scene of waking up with an IV drip had never been proven to relate to his first mission.
Still, Nightmare Corridor hadn't let him down. In the end, it had shown him the "place where it all began."
Fu Qian was quite certain that the scene overlapping with the little chapel was the place where he had first experienced enlightenment.
The dilapidated wooden hut, every blade of grass and every tree—everything seemed unchanged.
Even the werewolf brother who had once confided in him was gradually coming into view.
His pose seemed just as it had always been: still gazing up at the starry sky, still dressed in rags.
And the object of his gaze, that enormous full moon—Fu Qian seemed to feel its comfort once more.
The sickle-wielding Old Man had been right. The moon really was especially warm tonight.
Though the heavy Stone Door beneath it didn't seem to need him to gaze up at it again.
At a glance, he could already see that it had been opened a crack.
From where he stood, he could even see a corner of the dazzling flowers within.
Beneath the moonlight, they still looked like flowing mercury. Their radiance could no longer affect him in the slightest, so he could simply enjoy their beauty.
It really was lovely. No wonder the First Generation Dark Moon had