Dream!

After Scarlett finished discussing the throne design with Lunatic, she returned to her small wooden room, the faint creak of the floorboards following her every step. The room was simple yet cozy, filled with the lingering scent of aged wood and the faint coolness of the night air.

Though her wife, Reiza, often slept alongside her, tonight was different. Reiza was busy celebrating with the others—a well-deserved break after everything they had achieved. Scarlett, of course, had been invited to join, but she had politely declined. She needed some quiet after the whirlwind of events. The peace of solitude felt far more inviting than the clamor of celebration.

Scarlett knew tomorrow would be relentless. The weight of responsibility loomed large, as she would officially step into the palace for the upcoming ceremony. Traditions and customs awaited her, along with the momentous event where she would sit on the throne for the first time, marking the beginning of her reign over Dreadhaven.

The palace had been completed some time ago, but Scarlett had insisted on a throne that was anything but ordinary. She rejected the typical golden seat encrusted with diamonds, finding it too common and lacking meaning. Finally, an idea had struck her—something unique, something that represented her vision. After entrusting Lunatic with the task of bringing it to life, Scarlett felt a sense of satisfaction.

Though Scarlett's body did not require sleep, food, water, or even air, she still chose to lie down. Sleep, for her, wasn't a necessity—it was a luxury, a way to relax and gather her thoughts. As she laid back on the bed, the soft fabric of the sheets brushing against her skin, she let out a small sigh of relief. The quiet of the room felt comforting, wrapping around her like a gentle embrace.

Closing her eyes, Scarlett expected the usual tranquility to greet her. Instead, within seconds, sleep overcame her—swift and unnaturally heavy, as though someone had purposely cast a spell to pull her into slumber.

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She opened her eyes within a dream, and for the first time in ages, her face was unhidden. The blindfold she always wore was gone, revealing her otherworldly beauty. Her features were breathtaking—delicate yet commanding. One eye glowed with a fiery crimson hue, like a ruby set ablaze, while the other shimmered with vibrant blue, as deep and endless as the ocean. The mystical glow of her mismatched eyes was mesmerizing, radiating an ethereal allure.

Scarlett looked around, her brow furrowing slightly. She turned her head from side to side, her long hair cascading like silk over her shoulders. What met her gaze was not the familiar world she knew but a vast, endless expanse of white.

The void stretched out infinitely, devoid of walls, ground, or horizon. There was nothing here, no sound, no sensation—just an overwhelming emptiness. Yet, in the far distance, a light shimmered brightly. It resembled a sun, its brilliance soft yet persistent, shining from an unreachable place.

"Where am I?" Scarlett thought, her voice echoing in her mind.

The silence around her felt heavy, pressing down like a blanket of snow. Her instincts told her she wasn't alone, but there was no one in sight—only the far-off light, beckoning her.

For the first time in a long while, unease crept into Scarlett's chest. She clenched her fists, feeling the tension in her body as her sharp mind tried to make sense of the situation. But no matter how much she focused, the void offered no answers, only its oppressive stillness.

"What is this place?" she whispered, her voice barely audible against the vast, endless whiteness.

From the blurry light ahead, a woman's figure slowly emerged. Her movements were unhurried, her presence serene yet commanding. As she stepped closer, Scarlett's heart thumped in confusion and anticipation.

The woman had long black hair that flowed like a midnight river, framing an above-average face with sharp features. Her skinny frame and long legs gave her an elegant appearance. Scarlett froze as her gaze landed on the woman's face—it was eerily familiar.

Her facial structure was almost identical to Scarlett's own... or rather, what she looked like back when she was Asta, before this new life. Scarlett's mismatched eyes widened in disbelief.

"Mom?" she gasped, her voice trembling.

A wave of emotions surged through Scarlett. She wanted to cry, to let her tears flow freely, but just like always, no matter how much joy or sorrow she felt, no tears came. It was like a curse she had learned to live long ago.

Without hesitation, she dashed forward, her feet barely making a sound in the endless white void. "Mom!" she called out, her voice filled with a rare mix of joy and desperation.

Scarlett wrapped her arms around the woman, pulling her into a tight hug. For the first time in what felt like ages, she felt a sense of comfort and familiarity. Her chest pressed against her mother's, but she didn't care about such details. All that mattered was that her mom was here, real and tangible.

After a moment, Scarlett pulled back slightly, her hands resting firmly on her mother's shoulders. Her crimson and blue eyes gleamed with excitement as she searched her mother's face for answers.

"This isn't a dream, right?" Scarlett said, her voice brimming with wonder. "I can feel everything—your warmth, your scent, everything! My senses are working! This is real!" She chuckled, a rare, genuine laugh escaping her lips.

But her joy was short-lived.

Her mother's expression didn't soften. Instead, it grew stern, her eyes filled with anger and disappointment. The shift was like a dagger to Scarlett's chest.

"Asta," her mother began, her voice heavy with sorrow, "my son... what have you done? Were you always this heartless? Torturing and killing people like that... to such an extent?"

Scarlett's heart sank. The happiness she had felt just moments ago crumbled under the weight of her mother's words. Panic surged within her. She knew exactly what her mother was referring to—the lives she had taken, the agony she had caused.

"N-no... no, Mom, you don't understand," Scarlett stammered, her voice shaky. "You know what they did! I... I did all of this for my people. They're my family now! I had no choice!"

Her mother's gaze didn't waver. The disappointment in her eyes only deepened. "Family?" she repeated, her tone cold and cutting. "We were your family too. And what did you do to us in the end? Are you going to kill them too, just like you killed us?"

Scarlett felt her breath hitch. Her mother's words hit harder than any weapon ever could. She wanted to deny it, to scream that it wasn't true, but the truth lingered in the dark corners of her mind.

Her mother's voice grew firmer, slicing through Scarlett's defenses. "Let's be real here, Asta. You didn't do this for them. You let out your rage. You wanted satisfaction. You enjoyed torturing them, didn't you?"

Scarlett's lips parted, but no words came out. She tried to speak, to explain, but deep down, she couldn't deny it. In the heat of those moments, she had felt something—an unsettling satisfaction and sadistic pleasure.

The woman's eyes narrowed as she stepped closer. Her hand suddenly reached out, touching Scarlett's chest. Her expression was filled with disappointment, her voice trembling with sadness.

"Look at you," she said softly. "What have you become? I'm truly disappointed in you. I wish I never had a son like you in the first place."

Those words stung like a blade slicing through Scarlett's heart.

But then—Swish!....

In an instant, Scarlett's hand shot out with lightning speed. Her fingers wrapped tightly around the woman's neck, lifting her effortlessly into the air.

The woman gasped, her eyes wide in shock. "Cough… cough… what are you doing?" she choked out, struggling against Scarlett's iron grip.

Scarlett's crimson and blue eyes glimmered dangerously as a wide smirk spread across her lips. "Who are you?" she demanded, her voice sharp and cutting. "There's no point in pretending anymore. I know my mother better than anyone. No matter how much she hates me, she'd never say something like that."

Her words dripped with confidence and anger, leaving no room for doubt. Scarlett's grip tightened, her sharp gaze boring into the woman's face.

But instead of fear or panic, the woman suddenly burst into laughter. A dark, haunting laugh echoed through the void.

"Hehehahaha… Not bad… not bad at all," the woman chuckled, her voice calm and amused, as if the choking didn't affect her at all.

Scarlett frowned in confusion, her grip faltering for a brief moment.

And then it happened.

The woman's form began to change, her body shimmering and twisting. The illusion shattered, and in mere seconds, a completely new figure stood before Scarlett.

Scarlett's eyes widened in shock as she took a step back. "What...?" she gasped, her voice barely a whisper.

Standing before her was… herself.

The woman now had long, flowing purple hair that cascaded down her back. Two sharp, majestic purple horns jutted out from her forehead, curving slightly like a dragon's. Her eyes were striking—a glowing, smoky purple with slit pupils like a serpent or dragon. Her sclera was pitch black, contrasting starkly against her vibrant eyes, which seemed to pulse with power.

Her skin was as pale and smooth as freshly fallen snow, and her figure was breathtakingly perfect—curvaceous, seductive, and powerful. She radiated an aura of unmatched beauty and dominance, making her seem almost untouchable.

Scarlett could barely believe her eyes. "Me?" she whispered, her voice trembling with disbelief.

Indeed, the figure before her looked like a darker, more powerful version of herself. While Scarlett had one crimson eye and one vibrant blue with a white sclera, this version had blazing purple eyes with dark sclera. The horns, the aura, the confidence—it was as if Scarlett was staring at the embodiment of her deepest, most dangerous potential.

The woman smiled knowingly, her lips curling into a sly smirk. "Don't look so surprised," she said in a sultry, commanding tone. "This isn't something you can ignore. Remember this, Scarlett—never let your will break."

Her voice grew sharper, filled with intensity. "The moment your will breaks, you'll die. You were born to destroy everything—friends and foes alike. That's your purpose. So don't die… not until I arrive."

Scarlett stood frozen, her mind racing to process the words. Before she could respond, the woman's body began to disintegrate into thin air.

"Wait!" Scarlett shouted, reaching out, but it was too late. The figure dissolved like smoke, vanishing into the endless void.

Scarlett's eyes snapped open, She instinctively sat up, only to feel the cool morning air against her bare skin. Her body stiffened as she glanced down and realized, just like every night, her restless sleep had caused her to strip off all her clothes.

"Damn it… not again," she muttered under her breath, her cheeks burning.

Reaching out, she grabbed the nearest milky-white sheet and wrapped it hastily around her chest, covering herself. The silky fabric clung to her skin, accentuating her figure in ways that made her appear even more seductive without meaning to.

But before she could dwell on her embarrassment, her gaze shifted to the room, and her heart dropped.

It was morning—the sunlight streamed through the wooden shutters, bathing the room in a soft glow. But what truly shocked her was the crowd of people standing frozen in her room.

Xao Feng, and her brother, Li Feng, his silver hair catching the light, his eyes wide with disbelief.

Reiza, Baron, Semiath, Yumi, Seirra—almost all the prominent figures were present, their expressions a mixture of astonishment and discomfort.

"What happened? "

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