I see it all, again and again. Me and Khazan defeat the dragon. We're heroes, praised and loved. Reese is happily greeting us. We sit together, it's comfortable. Suddenly, I shudder in fear. Reese is dead, her body laying on the floor lifelessly. She defied the royal knights, or so they told me before dragging me to the dungeons to be tortured. My Khazan met the same fate, but he was exiled a while before my planned execution. The very same people I've protected with my life were now calling me a traitor. Throwing insults. Hismar was never the true evil. It's humanity. It's all humanity! I became the god of chaos. I destroyed the Pell Los Empire. Suddenly, I see Khazan's blade pierce me. Oh. I hurt him, didn't I? And Reese.. I revived her body, but it was nothing but an empty shell. My Reese is gone. I've disrespected both of them greatly. I'm sorry. I apologise to Khazan with my last breath, a tear rolling down my cheek.

Suddenly, I wake up. I blink my eyes awake, confused. Am I not dead? How? I push myself up, looking around the room. It's small but cozy. Looks like a cabin of sorts? I look down and notice bandages around my torso. So, the injury Khazan left me was real. It wasn't just a nightmare. I hear some sounds from down the corridor. I shakily stand up and go. I must know what happened.