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While lost in thought, I drifted into sleep, dreaming of meeting Bark again and asking what he wished me to do about the man who had betrayed him.
When he gazed at me, his voice was gentle yet firm.
"That grudge is not yours to carry. Such burdens should not trouble you, master. Live your life in peace. I am already gone."
In that instant, I awoke.
The faint chirping of birds drifted through the window, mingling with the morning chill. Another day had arrived.
That Alchemy Soul Ritual had truly sapped our strength. Master Felicia had been relentless in drawing upon its power.
Yet that dream lingered. Was it truly him? Or merely my own heart speaking?
Unlike the vivid dreams where I converse with others, this one felt distant and hazy—a ordinary dream.
So it could not have been Bark's soul. His essence was elsewhere.
"Good morning, Sylphy. Did you sleep well? You were groaning a little. Was it a bad dream?" Alice asked softly, appearing at my side.
