Indeed, no matter where I fall asleep, I'll wake up here. Lumian tumbled out of bed and glimpsed at the Fate Appropriator Dirk beside him. No, Fallen Mercury. He paced to the window in the faint gray fog.
He planted his hands on the desk and cast his gaze at the blood-colored "peak."
At the summit of the mountain, the fog was dense and stratified, utterly masking the three-headed, six-armed colossus.
I nearly lost control with just a glance the last time. I really have no idea what to do if I have to face it in the future… Lumian sighed in frustration.
He didn't sink into such emotions for long and quickly broke free because he still had numerous things to do.
Lumian contorted himself into a deranged dance within his bedroom, emitting a distorted spiritual pulse. Combined with the stirred forces of nature, he 'broadcasted' himself in an unspecific direction.
