To others, it was an event from hundreds of years ago.

But to the ancient tree, it was an immeasurable past that stretched far beyond counting.

Back then, the ancient tree still remembered the cries of a young man.

How desperate his cries were.

Coughing up blood as he gouged out his own eyes, His tears were as red as the blood of his child.

[How… how could this happen….]

The child, with once radiant golden hair now drenched in blood, continued to cry out as if demanding answers.

[What did we do wrong… What on earth did we do …