The sky shattered like fragments, the earth wrapped in molten lava, and the gigantic rocks that floated above the magma, solitary as islands.
The scorching heatwave rushed towards him, stirring the locks of hair at He Ao's temples.
"Woo—"
Immense shadows roamed between the magma, their terrifying calls causing the sky itself to seem to tremble.
"Jess, it's over,"
Wells, standing not far in front of He Ao, looked at him calmly, his face showing no sign of joy or sorrow, yet his brows revealed a confidence that everything was coming to an end.
"Is this some kind of dream?"
He Ao watched Wells' movements, frowning slightly as he reached out his hand to feel the flowing heatwaves around him.
The B-level Gene Potion that Wells had concocted, named 'Dreamweaver,' was not the first time He Ao had encountered such an ability to weave dreams.
Only, his previous encounters had all been with pleasant dreams, while this time, it seemed to be a 'nightmare.'
