When he opened his eyes, Eric wasn't even sure about where he was.
If another ruthless travel waited for him, or if he was back to reality.
The strangest of things was: he was still on his bed, with Rubra and Eve at his sides, and outside the window, the sky was still dark.
*Was it really just a dream?! *
Eric didn't know any more at this point…
*Did I even awake, or am I still dreaming even now?! *
When it seemed like his mind was on the point of reaching its maximum amount of endurance, running blindly in that bottomless ink called uncertainty.
Had Eric been a superhuman wearing a red cloak and an embarrassing leotard, uncertainty would have been his fatal weakness.
After all, everything, monsters, gods, and any difficulty alike, could be fought with enough of a good plan.
At least, Eric thought so.
However, the real problem was created when the compulsive planner didn't have reliable information to plan ahead.
