Kazuki sat on the edge of his bed, the dim light in his apartment casting long shadows across the room. The hum of Eidolon's strange world was ever-present, like a song playing softly in the background. His mind raced with thoughts, trying to make sense of everything he had experienced so far.

He leaned back, staring at the ceiling. The glowing light… It seemed to come from nowhere and everywhere at once. It didn't behave like the sun or moon—there was no source he could see, no sky to explain it.

And then there was Hotaru. A trailblazer, like him. But different. She hadn't fallen from the sky, nor had she been invited like he was. She simply… appeared. And yet, she knew him.

Kazuki pressed his fingers to his temples, frustration building. "What is this place…?" he whispered to himself. "Why do things feel like they're both real and unreal at the same time?"

He tried to recall the things Lumi had told him about Eidolon before she vanished again. The timeline here didn't feel linear. Moments felt stretched, while others passed in an instant. Was time even functioning normally? Or was it all part of something bigger—something tied to the glowing light that never faded?

Then there were the trailblazers. So far, the only two he knew of were himself and Hotaru.

"Are there more of us?" Kazuki wondered aloud. If there were, where were they? What kind of people were they?

His thoughts spiraled further. He stood up and walked to the window, looking out at the upside-down cities in the distance. Flying trains floated by, each one glowing faintly as they twisted along their tracks in the sky. The entire world felt like a dream, but it was too vivid, too alive to be an illusion.

Kazuki narrowed his eyes at the horizon. Something wasn't right. This world was hiding too much, and he was determined to figure it out.

Just as he turned back toward the room, something caught his attention. A faint sound—like footsteps, but lighter, almost like a whisper against the floor.

Before Kazuki could react, something struck him from behind. His vision blurred as he stumbled forward, hitting the ground hard. His head swam, and darkness crept at the edges of his sight.

He heard a voice—calm, almost amused—but couldn't make out the words. His body felt heavy, his thoughts slipping away as the darkness closed in.

A dull ache throbbed in Kazuki's head as he stirred, his vision still blurred. His body felt heavy, weighed down by an invisible force. He slowly pushed himself up from the floor, his breath uneven.

The room was dark now—eerily silent. The glow from the city outside had dimmed, and shadows danced unnaturally along the walls.

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"Awake at last," said a voice. It wasn't cold or threatening, but it carried an ancient weight, as if it had existed long before Kazuki could comprehend.

Kazuki froze. The voice wasn't Lumi's… or Hotaru's. It was unfamiliar, deep yet strangely comforting.

"Who's there?" Kazuki demanded, trying to keep his voice steady.

"You have questions, don't you?" the voice said calmly. "Questions about this world, about yourself, about what Eidolon truly is."

A figure began to take shape in front of him—shrouded in shadows, its form almost impossible to define. It seemed to shift and blur, like a reflection on water. Its eyes, however, were sharp and piercing, locking onto Kazuki's with an unsettling intensity.

"You were never supposed to be part of this world, just like the others," the figure said. "But Eidolon isn't what it once was. What you see now is merely a shadow of its former self—a fractured dream."

Kazuki's heart raced. "What do you mean? What was it like before?"

The figure paused, almost as if choosing its words carefully. "Eidolon was once a land of peace and harmony—a sanctuary created by the seven Primis. They were the architects of this world, each embodying a fundamental force: Life, Death, Fate, Balance, Time, Chaos, and Dream. Together, they forged Eidolon as a place of endless possibility."

Kazuki listened intently, his pulse quickening as the figure continued.

"For centuries, the Primis guided this realm, ensuring its balance and protecting it from harm. The land flourished under their watch… until the War."

The figure's voice grew softer, almost mournful. "It was an unexpected war—against a threat that came from beyond the boundaries of this reality. A force so powerful that even the Primis struggled to contain it. Desperate to save their creation, they called upon beings from other realms—beings with extraordinary potential."

"Trailblazers," Kazuki whispered.

"Yes," the figure confirmed. "Trailblazers, chosen from different worlds and realms, brought here to stand against the tide of destruction. Those blessed by the Primis were given unique powers and called Vessels—their purpose to wield the power of the Primis in their stead."

Kazuki's thoughts swirled. Life, Death, Balance, Fate… Time, Chaos, Dream. It all sounded like a myth, but the weight of the figure's words pressed on him, making it impossible to dismiss.

"But…" Kazuki hesitated. "What happened to the Primis? And… what does the Savior have to do with all of this?"

The figure fell silent for a moment, as if considering how much to reveal. "The Savior fought alongside the Primis in the war. He was their champion, their light in the darkest moments. Without him, Eidolon would have fallen long ago."

Kazuki nodded slowly, the pieces starting to connect in his mind. The Savior wasn't just a ruler—he was a hero. A guardian who had once protected this world from an unimaginable fate.

"Eidolon was never meant to be like this," the figure said, its voice tinged with sadness. "But things changed after the war. The world fractured. And now… it calls for Trailblazers once again."

The figure stepped back, its form beginning to fade into the darkness. "Remember this, Kazuki: not everything is as it seems. The truth of Eidolon runs deeper than you can imagine. Trust your instincts… and be careful whom you trust."

Before Kazuki could ask more, the figure was gone—vanishing into thin air, leaving him alone once again.

The room was silent, the hum of Eidolon's strange song returning. Kazuki's heart pounded in his chest. His mind spun with everything he had just learned. Seven Primis. The War. Vessels. The Savior's past.

His hands curled into fists. He couldn't shake the feeling that something larger was at play—something he was only beginning to grasp.

And for the first time, Kazuki realized… he wasn't just a visitor in Eidolon. He was part of something far bigger than himself.