[ TWATF 2 ]

Chapter 245: Ouroboros (1)

[I have to remember it. That's the only way it will not disappear.]

- Sirwen Armelt.

Epilogue: Ouroboros (1)

"Hey, do you really think we should consider this a masterpiece?"

Nightmares who attended a celebration party mumbled to each other. As the music began to play, the party started and Nightmares drank and ate freely. But the old Nightmares from the Nightmare Union who sat around the main table of the party were busy frowning at each other.

"Ugh."

In front of their eyes, there was a small statue-sized 'tower'.

It was once called the 'Tower of Nightmares' but it was only called a 'Tower' now. It was once an art that glorified Nightmares above all other beings, but it was now an old structure that was only used to reminisce about the old days for old Nightmares. The leader of the Union looked closely into the Tower's interior and frowned.

"What is this trying to say? This is just a copy of our world!"

"Isn't it supposed to be the Tree of Imagery? I think it shows the Tree of Imagery."

"Tree of Imagery? What do you know about the Tree of Imagery? It does look like a tree but..."

"Look at the top floor. This is a joke!"

They criticized as they glared at the exterior of the tower. It was the new creation of the last [Master], Sirwen Armelt.

"That arrogant girl keeps on creating strange towers after becoming a Master."

"What's all this fuss about over a tower..."

"The girl's got good looks. That's what the young ones are into. A girl with no artistic sense!"

"...Hush. Be quiet."

One of the old Nightmares brought a finger to his lips and a beautiful woman with a lovely dress walked behind them. They all became quiet at the sudden coldness. Only the sound of her heels echoed for a while and she walked up to the stage.

"Everyone, please welcome Sirwen Armelt!"

Young Nightmares shouted in excitement. Sirwen received the microphone from the host and glanced around the party. There were some new faces as well as the faces she recognized. There were also some that she didn't want to see anymore.

'Those old bums are here again.'

Sirwen frowned at the old Nightmares from the Union. They always joined the party to ruin it. They were old, but they did not become Masters. And now, death was waiting for them.

At the word 'death', memories swept through Sirwen.

'No. Let's not think about that.'

Sirwen calmed down and spoke.

"Everyone, eat, drink and enjoy. That's all I have to say."

Young Nightmares shouted again. Sirwen's parties were always like this. She introduced her work and they enjoyed it. There were no boring lectures about the work. Attendees just enjoyed a good time at the party. That was all. But the host this time seemed to be shocked by Sirwen's way.

"Huh? Is that it? How about some comments about your work or..."

Sirwen turned to the host. The host kept on going.

"This work is characterized by its contrast against the new world and the Tree of Imagery. It is complicated, so if you would explain the motive and..."