Dreamscape Marketplace.
Once teeming with people and bustling with life, the marketplace now lay desolate, its grounds blanketed with dreariness.
TAP...
Crisp footsteps pierced the thick fog as a figure slowly approached the Wizard Tower.
"You've come."
Carl opened his eyes, gazed at the 'Rebel,' and shook his head.
"A puppet?"
"Heh... Not even your true self dares to come. It seems you also fear getting entangled in the trouble surrounding me."
"It's natural," the visitor said.
"The Badden you killed was a core blood relative of the Green family. No one in the Magic Forest dares to shelter you."
"Not even you?"
"Not even us!"
Carl sighed.
"No wonder you've been skulking in the shadows for so many years. If you can't even handle this small matter, what kind of 'Rebellion' are you?"
