22 Before the banquet

Late last night, sleeping Joshua's body was hot, his blood flowing with rage and raging power. Bloodlust consumes his nerves, burns his sanity, and fuels his desire for destruction from deep within.

He only wants to destroy, no matter who stands in his way, he wants to tear each other apart.

But a cold breeze blew over him, bringing with it the cold and, moreover, a familiar, calming sweet scent.

The scent surrounded him, warming him as if he were soaking in a hot spring.

The owner of the fragrance had a very soft hand. When she gently held him, time seemed to stop at that moment, and the cold wind seemed to turn into a spring breeze, full of warmth.

He knew who the owner of the fragrance was, and the maiden came into his dream. They walked hand in hand on a path, the wind was sweet, and so was she.