Razor Blanche did not know where he was or how he got here.
Walls of white mist surrounded him from everywhere and prevented him from getting out. The boy fell into a state of bewilderment. Of course, he had seen all kinds of things before, but this was the first time…
What was the meaning of all this?
Razor sighed, realizing that he was in one of his regular dreams. Normally, in such cases, he could not wake up of his own accord and had only to wait.
The second prince patiently froze in place.
But just a couple of minutes after he saw those white walls, they suddenly began to turn into a strange kaleidoscope. Events of the past, the future, and the present blended into one.
Razor watched in amazement, as if he were watching a film.
One second he was watching his childhood at the Imperial Palace, the next second he was entering the Royal Academy, and then… He was cold and dead in the corridors of his once home palace.
