Sol's eyes slowly opened, and even now he looked calm. He mechanically sat up and frowned as he realized his face was covered in sweat. The bed was soaked with sweat, while Sol looked pale and felt weak.
Sol was much weaker than he was last night.
"Weakening me physically and mentally… Bold of you!" Sol snarled but stopped himself from expanding too much energy.
The Dreamwalker's first plan was to deceive Sol and Sirina into believing everyone was normal while wearing them out. It would wear them down and make their stay unbearable until they are forced to leave.
"You won't drive away this God easily," Sol muttered as he rose to his feet and staggered towards the door.
As soon as he reached the door, it swung open even before he could touch it. Sol's eyes widened with surprise as he saw Sirina at the other side, looking just as miserable as him.
"They got you too?" Sol asked with a raised eyebrow.
