The night would come as soon as it did purely by factor of his taking it easy for the time being, going into a bed he hasn't occupied for quite some time had felt far too homely and comfortable that he'd pass out immediately.
He had enjoyed the rest for as long as he did but for how long it would remain a peaceful rest was debatable.
Loud and clear murmuring voices echo through his head and it seared into him that he wouldn't find much rest within his own dream.
Seiya found himself in his dreamscape once more, a forest expanded around him as manifestations began to emerge in the shape of faceless silhouettes.
'' What is all this? '' Seiya questioned the density of beings appearing within his own dream.
He could've sworn he had the number of those he had slain easily counted by the fingers on one hand.
The voices that he heard murmured all sorts of things and they wouldn't stop.
'' My life is not yet over. ''
