Ellianor opened his eyes. His head felt hazy, but his body felt well-rested.
So well rested that he felt nothing was amiss or sore, even if the wounds remained, they were not a worry for him.
He had a strange dream, a dream where the Eclipse spoke to him, and he faced corruption, and a monster, and freed an old, and beaten knight from his torment.
Was it all a dream? He looked to his side, and Kissenn was not there. He pursed his lips, as the thoughts about that strange dream flooded his head.
Maybe it was not a dream at all, but he had proof that it was real. Or maybe it was a very realistic dream?
Ellianor opened his left hand, and there rested a small, imperfect white rock.
Orange eyes widened as he realized what that meant for him, and what that meant for the system he wielded. It meant that the dream was real.
No, no longer a dream but a reality. He faced those monsters and relieved that knight from his agony.
