On a brutal battlefield, even if he exhausted his strength and lost, he could still retain a warrior's dignity. Here, none of that meant anything. Dying like this was truly stifling. Once again, Caesar deeply felt the helplessness he had spent the first half of his life fighting, the helplessness he had thought he had overcome after gaining a Warrior's Heart.
"Pazzi..."
"Headmaster..."
"Nono..."
"Lu Mingfei..."
"Chu Zihang..."
"..."
Caesar panted heavily, calling out their names. If this is a nightmare, then manifest something tangible, he thought. A tangible cage was easier to break free from. He had not given up. At the very least, he had to warn Lu Mingfei: the Apocalypse Faction might be nothing but a trap!
Just then, a pair of hands covered his eyes from behind.
"Who are you? Where is this? What do you want?" Caesar asked coldly, his tone hard.
"I mean no harm. At least, I cannot bear you any ill will..."
The voice was formless and untraceable. Caesar could not distinguish its speaker's age or gender.
"You don't need to resist. Just listen. You like the sounds the wind brings, don't you?"
Wind?
There really was wind.
The wind scattered the dandelions, countless little parachutes spinning on the breeze.
"You know where this is, don't you?"
Caesar did not answer, but he really did know.
When he was little, he would vacation in the Alps with his mother every spring, often standing for hours on the grass at the foot of the mountains, gazing up at the sky.
In Caesar's world, the mountain meadows were full of music. Amplified a thousand times over, the wind sounded like church music played on a pipe organ, while the sound of dandelion parachutes gliding through the air became hymns sung by a choir. The