"No! Arshley!"
Leon suddenly shouted, his eyes snapping open as he reached out with his right hand, as though trying to grasp something. But as the ceiling of the tent came into focus, he came to his senses, pausing for a moment and massaging his temples.
"Was that... just a dream?" he muttered weakly, his brows furrowing slightly.
He scanned his surroundings, relief washing over him when he realized he was still in the tent.
"What a horrible dream..." Leon murmured, shaking his head helplessly.
He had just dreamed of his past with Arshley—the two of them sneaking into the dense forest behind the Holy Hall, playing a carefree game of chase, unaware that a terrifying monster was hunting them. By the time the monster attacked Arshley, he was too late to save her.
Fortunately, it was just a dream and hadn't happened in reality.
"Could I have been too exhausted to have such a dream?" Leon wondered to himself as he slowly sat up.
