The Knight dreamed of a distant memory. A vivid dream, atypical of her sleep. The Knight's sleep had always been blank sleeps. But this time, a residual aura awakened her body in dream.

“Artie.....” A woman's voice called the Knight. In this dream, the Knight's eyes had opened. She is dreaming of a memory.

“G—GROAHHHHH!!!!! NOOOOOO———” “What have I done wrong, Great Father? Us Brothers and Sisters are grateful…..”

The boy in the throne stared in silence on the sight of suffering as the black void on the screen engulfs the right side of the screen.