Zeal's mind drifted to his childhood, a time filled with warmth and love. Memories of his mother's gentle touch and soothing voice lingered, etched in his mind like the lines on a well-worn book. He recalled afternoons playing with friends in their village, surrounded by rolling hills and lush greenery. The sweet scent of blooming wildflowers wafted through the air, mingling with the villagers' laughter and creating a sense of peace.

In the Undead Kingdom's haven, differences were celebrated, not criticized. Though soldiers from the People's Kingdom would occasionally visit, spreading discriminatory words and belittling their kingdom, the villagers remained unfazed, prioritizing peace over war and status. Their laughter and chatter were a shield against the negativity.

Zeal's thoughts turned darker, to the day he was kidnapped by soldiers due to his differences. Yet, his neighbors, who treated him like family, had rescued him. For Zeal, life was perfect just the way it was simple, yet full of love and connection.

As he dreamed, Zeal's mind shifted. A girl's desperate sobs echoed through his mind, followed by the chaos of a battlefield. Clashing blades, screams, and the acrid scent of smoke and blood filled the air. A lone figure, silhouetted against the moonlit sky, cried out, "Where is she? Bring her back!" The desperation in his voice was palpable.

Zeal's eyes snapped open. Sera's worried face hovered above him, and Calein lay unconscious beside him. Sera's warm hug was a balm to his frazzled nerves. "Thank goodness you're okay," she whispered, her voice trembling.

The dungeon began to shake and crumble. "We need to escape," Zeal said, his voice urgent. Sera's eyes locked onto his, filled with determination. Together, they would face whatever challenges lay ahead.