Fear.
Pure undulated fear.
It was the kind so deep that could be felt by the soul.
It had completely taken over Savin's body, as he ran.
He ran through the empty streets of a future like Meribell city.
It was partially dark, cold and lonely.
Very lonely.
He couldn't even stop to catch his breath because he was too afraid.
Too afraid of what was coming.
He didn't know what was chasing him but beyond a doubt it was surely death.
His body was so hot that his sweat vapourised as soon as it formed on the surface of his skin.
His muscles were overburdened with fatigue and felt heavy as lead.
His breathing was scattered and erratic as he panted desperately.
His vision was completely unfocused and blurry.
His heart ached and begged him to stop.
Nevertheless, he still ran.
It was life or death for him at that particular moment.
_Just one more turn_
He thought as he neared a corner.
_Just one more and it'll be all over_
He thought as he made the turn.
Then Savin had a thought, something totally random that began to ring in his mind.
Like a wildfire started in the summer, consuming all his thoughts.
How does one start to dream?
You never know precisely because you never start to dream.
You always find yourself in the middle of doing something.
Something totally random without the slightest of reason.
All this while he had not seen what had been chasing him. So why did he run?
It was a void but heavy question.
He was fast approaching what seemed to be the edge of the city.
It was a large void where only darkness prevailed.
But he had just opened his eyes to the fact that he was all along dreaming.
This sudden realisation made him regain his free will, grinding the movement in his legs to a halt.
He toppled over because of the immense momentum in which he had assumed as he ran, making him roll.
He was rolling to his death but clinged on to his life so desperately.
He thrust his arms every which way to try to absorb the momentum.
And eureka, it worked.
But only by a little bit.
The roll came to a halt at the very edge, just before the fall.
He had just escaped the clutches of the abyss below.
He panted long and heavy as he tried to recover.
A shock wave of fatigue struck his body after the adrenaline pump had stopped flowing.
He was dying, but not quite yet.
His eyelids shuttered to try and refocus buy got blurrier with every round.
Eventually, the they shut tight.
And didn't open again.
Savin awoke on a wooden chair.
The sun was bright but he was covered by the umbrella at the table.
He was at an outdoor cafe just outside a library.
Everything felt normal and real.
Even the people passing by and the noise from the recently invented motor vehicles.
That was precisely the problem.
He had never been to such a place or seen people dress in such an elegant manner.
To think the dungeon would be this cruel.
What he has just left was a dream within a dream. Now he was in the latter.
But who's to say that this dream isn't within another.
What a cruel joke.
And so he thought.
_So this is the Blood Dragon dungeon_