By: Kekepania Celena Schezar is home and restless. Folken Fanel is not as dead as he should be. A goddess of war flows through the haze of their dreams on a white horse stained crimson with the blood of massacre. They are both being led blindly to the remote mountain ranges on the edges of Zaibach's border. And neither can control their desire to seek the goddess out.
Darker reflections lead them, brings them to the edge of a war of fates that is about to break out over the surface of Gaea. Dornkirk's dream lives on through his creation. And neither Celena nor Folken know if they can, or even have the desire to, stop it.