In her fitful and fevered state, Abrial began to dream again.
She could tell at once that it was one of those dreams — a vivid memory from hundreds of years ago that was granted to her through Shin Minyeo's tattoo.
But this time, something was different. Something was off.
There was a strange feeling in the dream atmosphere. It was somehow more vivid than any of the dreams she had experienced before: the colors and shapes of the ancient village houses were sharper, the setting so clear and lifelike that she could smell the dirt road her viewpoint hovered over, feel a warm summer breeze pass through the street.
Something else hovered in the air as well, though she could not place it.
It felt something like…foreboding?
Was that the right word?
Whatever it was, it felt uncomfortable, and not very safe. The dream air seemed to prickle darkly.
From ahead came the sound of shouting.
