The heart-pounding years spent hiding from the Angels under the Ancient Sun God during the Age of Glory;
The hardship of leading her people on a great migration during the Great Cataclysm;
The desperate struggle to survive in the Age of Strife;
The care she took to guide the Sanguine into human society after Solomon's First Empire was founded;
Her wild joy when the First Ancestor finally answered their prayers again;
The envy and jealousy she felt toward Rhine Calendia, who had the First Ancestor's favor and often heard her oracles;
Her bitter anger when Rhine remained apart from the Sanguine and refused to do more for his people...
Scene after scene from the past played out in Olynnia's dream, bringing fragments of lost history before Abner and the two others.
But when the Four Emperors rose to power and Olynnia chose to marry the Night Emperor for the Sanguine's future, the dream came to an abrupt halt. Only chilling cries echoed around them:
"Trunsoest!" "Cheek!" "Trunsoest!" "Cheek!"
As those grief-stricken cries rang out, the entire dream suddenly turned dangerous.
A blood-red full moon rose. A mass of flesh the size of a mountain appeared out of nowhere, covered in reproductive organs of every kind. Thick black mist poured from it as it spawned strange creatures that lunged at Abner and his companions.
The mass itself, however, was held back by an illusory river and could not approach.
Closia of Sloth and Xenia of Greed shut their eyes at once. They knew better than to look: they might lose their reason, mutate on the spot, go mad, or be consumed by the urge to mate and reproduce until they became walking reproductive organs.
Abner alone dared look directly at the mass. He knew it was not the Beauty Goddess's true