Mian jolted up from his bed, panting for air, and gripping his chest. His bloodshot eyes shot around the room before he dragged himself off the bed, and out of the room. His hurried, but ragged footsteps drew the attention of both Flare and Arc, both of which came up running to him.
"Mian, are you okay?" Flare asked worriedly.
"I-I... I need to talk to Daven. Quick!" He managed to say before dropping to his knees and gripping his head. He was still in pain from when he saw the specks of red light, and what he had seen in that lucid dream had worsened his situation.
"Arc, quick. Call Dion." Flare told his friend before trying to calm down Mian.
Mian's bloodshot eyes stared at the ground as he recalled the events of his dream. For some strange reason, he believed that what he saw in the dream would soon come true.
After an unknown amount of time had passed, Dion came rushing through the corridors, closely followed by Arc.
