Each and every World Beasts are unique and are created for specific purposes. The Red-Haired Serpent Reginn’s role was to be a guardian and warrior of Alsland, the pinnacle of masculinity. He was unparalleled in his time and stood alone as the ultimate World Beast — and one of the few primordials — of Sol-Aegis.

The air ceased with each step, and the world fell silent upon his presence. Dantes was created in the image of the first hero Mana, and his strength was the product.

Of course, there were many attempts by lesser deities, spirits and even humans to create similar World Beasts, the pinnacle of guardians, protecting treasures, nations or ideals. However, the only being able to create World Beasts on par with the Goddess was the demon God, her brother. It was not long after, only around 200 years since Reginn’s creation that he began creating monsters deserving of being called World Beasts. It seemed that after the Goddess had been sealed, he had more time to himself than he could imagine, and he began to obsess over finally overcoming his sister. His first demon lord-grade World Beasts were Tiamat and Ubermarin, the mothers of the earth. However, their objective was not to guard Sonosis but to guard nature itself.

The demon God had finally learnt that strength was born of conviction, and conviction was born of either trauma — whether that be physical, psychological — or true passion. Trauma was a way to mould others. when done right. It did not have to be painful, only scarring. Continuous propaganda, isolation, depravation, reduction of negative feelings, hyperfocus, drugs, hypnosis, rebirth. Anything to scar the soul into the shape he wanted. Passion on the other hand, was much more difficult, but still controllable. The media they consumed, the people they knew, the time they lived in. All these aspects mattered and he wanted to test each method and created two sisters, Tiamat and Ubermarin. It is unknown which one of the sisters was subjected to which method.

Tiamat was born in a turbulent time. Only 20 years after the Goddess’s sealing, Where had her sister gone? What did she dream of?

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Even though thousands of years had passed in reality, Blodelshein’s mind was still fresh with her war against Sonosis. Especially of Ereman, the 14th demon lord. She was deceit incarnate and made the hero question reality and her alignment in every encounter. In that dire situation, she could only close her eyes and continue forward. Was her will wavering because she knew she was on the wrong side subconsciously? Or was this a mind trick from a demon? Even though Blodelshein had a talent specifically for the control of souls, she could never truly understand her own mind — or Ereman’s.

Perhaps it was not Ereman she had feared, but her absence. The demon lord was like a spider. Sure, it was frightening to see, but it was even worse when it was hidden away. It was the fear of the unknown.

Since the heroes and demon lords seem to have resurrected, then maybe Ereman was back as well.

In this dream — or a nightmare, she was unsure — the throne lay empty. This was not Order-Citadelis, but the Satanell, the grand castle of the city of Satana. Hm? Why was she here? Perhaps this was a memory of their final encounter. What was she doing here?

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“...Hey… hey, hey! Wake up!”

Blodelshein’s theatre was rudely interrupted by Sacrosanct, who woke her up by shaking her violently by the shoulders while Acata stood around doing nothing. It seemed that they once again found themselves in a foreign world — this time a world of red skies.

“...Did we beat the demon lord?” asked Blodelshein.

“No,” replied Acata, “We aren’t even inside the new-Wundergartenn”

“...What?”

As Acata spoke Blodelshein’s Language, it was impossible for Sacrosanct to understand her. Though ⌈First Person Theatre⌋ was a powerful talent capable of reading and copying information at incredible speeds, as with all things under heaven, it had its limits. Reading was her strong suit, but writing was another story. Blodelshein could temporarily seize control of motor functions or delude a subject for a brief period, it was impossible for her to permanently leave a structure on others’ souls. As such, it would be impossible for her to teach Sacrosanct an entirely new language as she learnt his. Of course, if she wanted to, she could make him forget his current language, and perhaps it would make acquiring a new language naturally easier but…

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“...For now, if you want to understand what Acata is saying, just ask me, okay?”

It would be a difficult job, but it was the only solution. Hopefully, she will be able to find something soon. Though it was unlikely that a Wundionn to whatever-Sacrosanct-speaks was a dictionary. However, as she continued to translate, it became second nature and she almost began to not notice.

“New-Wundergartenn?” asked Sacrosanct, “Aren’t we in New Amstangrad right now?”

“...Don’t tell me you didn’t realize you were reincarnated.”

“...Look! I just thought that I’d gotten lucky in my final battle against the demon lord, okay?”

“...Did you win at least?”

“Of course! I blasted that slimy bastard into space!”

“...Good.”

The group soon gathered in a nearby cave to avoid the cold frontiers. It seemed that it was winter within this realm as well, and while Acata offered to gather some firewood, Blodelshein attempted to move some large stones as seats to no avail.

“...Wow, you really are weak, huh?” remarked Sacrosanct.

“Look! I’m not weak! I’m average for a girl my age!”

“Hm… Typical humans I guess?” said Sacrosanct, “Anyhow, I’m just kidding. I was just surprised such a weak hero existed.”

“Huh? Aren’t you from the far future?”

“Well… Probably. I don’t know that many heroes though,” said Sacrosanct, “Let’s see… I can think of Kallen the 13th and Avalon the 10th, but not much else.”

“Huh… Even a toddler would be able to recite more than that… Even during my age where there were only 14 heroes ever!” said Blodelshein, “Also, those are like the most infamous heroes, the easiest to remember.”

“Look, I wasn’t born in the human Kingdom, alright?”

“Yeah, I can see…”

Acata soon returned with the woods and Sacrosanct made quick work of working up a blaze. It seemed that the forest here was still winter, reflecting their previous location.

“So firstly, where are we?” asked Acata.

“...I think we’re inside Tiamat’s soul,” said Blodelshein, “Not just that, but some kind of dreamscape specifically made to live out a fantasy or something… I’ve never seen something like this before, something like a soul-world?”

“Then we’ll simply have to explore our way outta here,” said Sacrosanct.

“But before that, we should introduce ourselves,” said Acata, “I’ll go first. My name is Acata, the 15th hero of Wundergartenn. That is all.”

“Haah? That’s it?”

“I’ll go next,” said Blodelshein, “My name is Blodelshein, the 14th hero of Avangarden — just before you, Acata. I was made a hero in Aenguard, but I died as a citizen of Wundergartenn so… I guess I’m a hero of both?”

“...Hm. I’ve heard a lot about you. You do not need to lower yourself as a mere citizen. From what I know, you found the nation after a great war, didn’t you?”

“I just did what needed to be done.”

“Well, I won’t treat you any special, but know that you have respect for your accomplishments,” said Acata, “You on the other hand…”

“...What? What about me?”

“...Never mind.”

“Then I guess it’s my turn to tell my story…”

“Please keep it short.”