....Waking up from the dream.
Opening his eyes, the pitch-black room was silent, and before him was a soft and warm embrace.
Sensing he was held in Olivia's arms, Leon shifted his body.
Despite not alleviating the discomfort upon waking, his mental state was somewhat invigorated.
That dream omen was no ordinary dream. Spellcasters often capture fragmented information from the Dream of the Great Group, let alone those mysterious voices and scenes were so vivid....
Something was calling him.
He had some speculations in his mind.
At this moment, Olivia, who was guarding her beloved, also noticed the movement in her embrace.
She fumbled to press the switch on the wall to turn on the alchemy lamp in the room, and worriedly lowered her head to ask: "Awake? Do you feel better?"
"Hmm... how long did I sleep?" Leon ambiguously ignored the issues with his physical state, reluctantly rising.
"About five to six hours."
