Victoriat’s days in captivity were a blur. His body bears scars, his hair is matted, but his eyes remain bright. He was living in the human realm, hiding his true nature until his capture. He clings to his ambition to become king to cope with his trauma. His cell was grim, a stark contrast to his homeland. On his birthday, he was freed by shadowy figures. Stunned, he asks what day it is, then declares he must claim the throne and confront his brother.