[3RD POV INITIALLIZE]
Within a dark room of an abandoned house in the maze, a cozy bed was situated in the corner, with the sound of the aircon running, replacing every other noise in the room. There lay a brown-haired boy, barefoot and deep in slumber.
In his dream, he saw a blurry figure of a tall man with black armor, wielding a long curving sword, standing at the edge of a hovering castle amongst the constellations. The sky below was red, filled with smoke and flame. But suddenly, the vision of the man disappeared, replaced by a pitch-black abyss. From the darkness arose another entity, this time engulfed in black flames.
The entity spoke in a resonant, ancient voice, [Awaken, accept me.]
Shan was abruptly awoken from what seemed like a nightmare, sweat pouring from his forehead and palms. He wiped the sweat away with the back of his right hand.
"The same nightmare... It happens so frequently now..." Shan murmured to himself.
