The young child (Miquella) on the ground gazed toward Moonlight. Only His light was cold yet harmless, gently drawing everyone into slumber.
That Dreamscape was uniform and stable... It should not have been, but if Dove said it could be done, then it could.
Unfortunately, the moon of the Lands Between was bitterly cold, yet could not be harmless. So he could only choose to believe in the connections between people-in what was called "love."
Ah, my other half, hurry up and find a lord...
Miquella sighed inwardly. Trina, oh, Trina, why are you so hopeless?
After all the trouble I've caused you, why haven't you hurried off on your own to find a lord? How am I supposed to stir things up if you won't leave?
Meanwhile, Trina, whose failure to live up to his expectations so frustrated Miquella, was diligently maintaining the Dreamscape.
Unlike Miquella, who washed his hands of everything after unleashing his Noble Phantasm, Trina had to monitor and adjust the Dreamscape at every moment.
Trina: "Damn you, Miquella! When are you going to die?!" (▼皿▼#)
The moon's reflection drew the Children of Men throughout the world into dreams. Every person in the entire world fell into a deep sleep within that silver radiance.
The enormous Dreamscape kept Trina frantically busy. She felt she had gotten a taste of what Mohg went through.
I can't finish it. I really can't finish it all!
And at that very moment, that wicked Miquella invited fire upon himself.
Savage destruction burned away those beautiful things.
Trina could not react in time and even got burned.
Trina: "Waaah, X﹏X, it hurts~"
There was fire in the dreams.
Starting at the distant horizon, it spread little by little.
Those flames did not burn people, but they were enough to inspire fear-they