Sign of the Zodiac: Taurus
Dreamtime

Bianco could no longer feel his body. It was like hovering in the air with no base to tread on. The immense pain he had previously felt now disappeared completely, replaced by an odd floating feeling.

Bianco tried to open his eyes. In front of him the darkness welcomed as if endless. The young man returned to the fold. Nothing happened. Darkness is still the same, encompassing it with nothingness.

“Am I dead?” whisper to yourself.

The darkness answered his question. Beams of understanding struck his consciousness and made him know that he was in the intermediate dimension. Instinctively, Bianco focused his concentration on the situation. Slowly but surely, the darkness that seemed to swallow him was also scattered by the green tinge of light that emerged from his heart.

Bianco observed the light that was shining out until it filled the place. The darkness was gone, replaced by hundreds of strange panels showing many scenes. Bianco tried to focus his gaze on one of the moving panels.

A woman in Nuchas clothing. He clearly saw the woman standing in the torero arena. But the arena is still intact, not damaged, it looks magnificent and very beautiful. The woman smiled proudly and raised her hand to perform the attraction alongside a giant bull. Uniquely, their attractions do not look dangerous or threatening. Intimidative combat nuances do not appear in the scene. Instead the woman actually looks very elegant and great in taming a giant bull. The bull that previously looked angry now turned very tame.

Bianco averted his gaze from that senseless scene. He turned to another panel that also showed the activities of many others he did not know. The panels just moved without making a sound. So Bianco doesn't know what's going on with them. One thing in common from that sequence is that each panel shows a person's life-and-death cycle.

“What happened?’ his spirit still did not understand.

“Saur ...” A voice spoke to Bianco's head.

Bianco turned in all directions, but found nothing but his body floating along with the vortex of panels that flew around him.

“Saur, remember your name. Remember where your strength is,” said the voice still from inside his head.

Bianco covered his ears. I don't know why that name hurt her so much. There was something that made Bianco so sad after hearing the name whispered to him. Tears began to melt on Bianco's face without him knowing why.

“Saur ... wake up. Your destiny is waiting. A bitter fate that you cannot avoid even in any life,” whispered that voice once again.

As well as the sense of extraordinary dizziness attacked Bianco's head. The pain in his body that had originally disappeared now began to appear again. His entire body that was torn apart and beaten by Carrian returned to his consciousness. Bianco groaned very hard due to the excruciating pain. The next moment he opened his eyes.

In front of him now no less than a dozen torero stood tensely. Carrian who was curling him was shocked as Bianco shouted. Even so Carrian soon gained control. The man again pulled a small dagger into Bianco's neck as if he was threatening someone.

“Good you wake up, Slave. Indeed you should have died conscious,” sizzled Carrian with his evil voice.

“Quick let him go! I've followed your orders to disarm me. Your men have even tied me up. Release Bianco now!” the voice of a woman known to Bianco.

Suddenly Bianco's heart returned to melt. He looked towards the sound and found Ekhtuya now falling down with his hands and feet bound. His entire face was covered in blood while a huge torero stepped on his tiny body with one foot.

“Ekhtuya!” bianco is in disbelief.