In the distance, Sermias, battling with the dragon, suddenly felt a terrifying heartache.
He turned his head, only to see the figure of Orenna.
Where is Roy?
Where is Roy?
The battered Frost Giant Dragon flew towards Orenna, its tail swinging, smacking the dazed Sermias into the swamp. Struggling to get up, he stumbled towards the place where they had been fighting, ignoring Orenna riding the dragon away.
Two steps, one step.
Sermias's vision blurred, unable to clearly see the person lying on the ground.
He began to confuse reality with illusion. Perhaps for days, he had been dreaming, dreaming of breaking free from the brand's shackles and traveling long distances with Roy. They did bad things together, embracing at night for warmth.
Yes, this is just a dream.
A dream about travel and adventure.
When he wakes up, he will surely still be lying in a noble's castle, with Roy by his side. Perhaps even a noisy Sebatide Hughes, pestering them for milk.
