Dream

Time flew by.

Several decades passed in the blink of an eye.

The war between the Four Races Alliance and the sea folk raged fiercely.

In truth, a race's true core competitiveness lay in its reproductive capacity.

Natural selection dictated that only the fittest survived. Races unable to adapt to nature's brutal elimination would naturally fade away.

But in this regard, the sea folk and the four races were roughly equal. With such little time having passed, they could only rely on slaughtering one another.

Amid the hostility of the major sea-folk tribes, the Four Races Alliance occupied the lands of tribes that had been wiped out and began struggling to survive.

Near Blood Rose Grand Canyon, beneath an unnamed hill.

Amid the chilly breeze stood an unmarked grave.

This had once been the final battlefield of that sea-folk tribe. It was said that quite a few sea-folk bones lay buried in the barren hills.

Yet there was only this one true grave.

Calling it a grave was generous—it was really just a mound of earth, without any structure or vegetation.

As the sun set, a stooped figure slowly arrived.

It was Ruite!

"Asha... I've come to see you!"

He stood before the grave for a long while before finally speaking. "I'm old now... but what happened back then still rises before my eyes every day, like history repeating itself..."

"We excavated the Great Chieftain's ruins afterward. They truly were ruins of the Insect Kingdom, but there wasn't much of value inside... There were some documents we simply couldn't understand... and none of the legendary treasures either... Yet your father was drawn in. He spent his entire life pursuing the Insect Kingdom's legendary treasure, only to end up like this. Isn't that funny?"

"I received news... The sea-folk tribes