The battlefield of a million people would shock anyone. Immersed in the scene, Emma's soul slowly descended from the sky and got closer to the battlefield. Not only could she see the people on the battlefield, but others could also see her. However, those on the battlefield only glanced at her and didn’t pay her much attention.

Emma wandered through the battlefield in a frenzied sprint. Three were sounds of madness, the splattering of blood and flesh, and the agonizing screams of those in pain all around her. Yet, in this vast expanse, Emma felt an unprecedented sense of freedom.

'This feeling of freedom might only exist in dreams,' she thought.

As Emma ran through the battlefield, the aura from the battlefield subtly converged on her and perfected her soul. After freely roaming for a while, she found herself before a tent. The tent flap was lifted and a robust and stern figure in black armor emerged.

Emma was stunned, then exclaimed, "Adrian?"

The face beneath the helmet frowned