The player decisively turned to Trina and spoke to her again. Trina slowly opened her eyes.
"...Are you...the king? Please...stop..."
Her voice was even softer than before, and she reached toward the player again.
Contact...then the screen went black, and the player offered up their nth death.
On the third return to this Dreamscape, Thiollier was cleaning up...the corpse from before was already covered in purple plants.
Thiollier: "You? Oh...you finally...please pay no mind to what I am doing..."
Thiollier stopped what he was doing. "I have figured it out...people go nowhere except to have their consciousness dissipate and become 'nutrients' for other new lives. If we want to go to heaven, we can only turn reality into heaven. Otherwise, there will only ever be a slightly better purgatory or a worse hell..."
The Perfumer suddenly grew agitated. He prostrated himself, pleading with the utmost humility. "If you can...please choose Lady Trina! If you could lead us...I believe...believe...the Dreamscape could become real too."
Thiollier: "Please! Become our king! Even if we have nothing...no, Lady Trina has us! Truly! It is true! I can prove it! Please choose her! I beg you..."
The third contact with Trina offered up yet another death.
Trina whispered, "...Please choose...we can...stop him from becoming..."
The player stood up again. Just after using the Token, a red name inexplicably appeared in the mist.
[Invaded by Thiollier.]
The text flashed at the bottom of the screen, accompanied by a low tolling bell.
A red figure charged out of the mist.
Thiollier: "...I will earn your recognition...I cannot let Lady Trina be valued so cheaply..."
He lunged at the player, as though struggling in his death throes to prove his worth.
He used all kinds of poisons, fired poison arrows...resorting to every means available, all to