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"Is that the swarm?"
Ian couldn't help but talk to himself to assist his recall of the dream's scenes.
The youth returned to Harrison Port at noon, but now it was deep into the night, and he had slept for an unusually long time.
Ian stared at the white moonlight outside the window, from the bedroom on the second floor of the Elder's Hall, he could see the balcony on the opposite side, ivy and wisteria covered the entire railing, their leaves reflecting specks of dew in the nocturnal light.
The wind blew past the window, stirring the vine leaves with a rustling sound, blending with the distant sound of waves, making the youth feel as though he was back in the midst of the great storm of his dreams, facing the tide with its pitch-black giant waves, momentarily losing himself.
—That wasn't the end.
For no apparent reason, Ian just knew that even if the entire Terra Continent united as one to face the 'him' at that time.
That 'him' would never cower in fear.
