The Realm of Coldbelow was perpetually gloomy. No one knew when light would come, nor where it would come from.

Dream Eater was sitting at her table and holding a teacup in her hand. The cup was half-filled with water that glowed faintly.

It was raining outside. The raindrops pitter-pattered against the tarpaulin, creating a sound that weighed heavily on the heart. Today’s rain glowed, brightening the world around her, yet Dream Eater could only sit beneath the tarpaulin of her palace, watching the rain outside.

In the Coldbelow, light was not a good thing. If something that normally did not glow suddenly began to emit light, it became exceptionally dangerous. That was why Dream Eater could not take a step outside her palace on this rainy day. Moreover, her cup held not tea, but glowing rainwater. It was something to admire, but not drink.

Many great demons, shortly after coming into being, instinctively sought out the light—glowing trees, glowing meadows, glowing ponds and more. They had all vanished. Only those who were naturally...