Ji Sung woke up in the medieval city, engulfed by fire. The entire town was throwing a tantrum.
The same dream with the dragon in the sky. The same terror that makes him shiver. The song of the death, the dance of the pains. Even though he had already on this dream many times, it never failed to chill him to the core. This time different.
"Shit, this dream again. Wait…."
Ji Sung could walk, he could speak, and he already knew what was going to happen next. He remembers everything.
The flapping dragon shrouded the sky and would be landed there, on the taller Keep. Making haste there, Ji Sung grabbed something. No, he found his katana lying on the ground. He chose to arm himself with his old buddy, the thunder katana.
Stepping up on stone stairways, he gave way to scared soldiers rushing down in clad armor. The same armor those knights of White Robe wore. He usually didn't notice that, but now he was.
