Another two weeks passed in a blur of classes, training, and medical checkups. Reinhard found himself standing outside the Medical Institution once again, the afternoon sun warm on his face as he examined his left hand.
A white glove now covered it, pristine and smooth against his skin.
The symbol embroidered on the back caught the light of a star positioned above a dream bubble, both worked in silver thread that shimmered when he moved his hand.
This was the Mythic Key called the Glove of Hypno.
The artifact that would wake him if any dreams became too overwhelming, too dangerous, too likely to pull him into a coma he couldn't escape.
He clenched his left hand into a fist, feeling the glove; it was soft but somehow present in a way normal fabric wasn't. There was power woven into these threads, magic that would monitor his emotional state during sleep and shock him awake before curses could trap him in nightmares.
Reinhard sighed to himself, looking down at both hands now.
