Nero opened his eyes.
He let out a sigh.
"Oh? Nero is finally awake."
Nero smiled softly,
"Yeah. I'm awake. Let's get going."
He rose to his feet with the orb floating around his head,
"You said you can lead me to the Spire of Dreams, right, Icarus?"
The orb bobbled,
"Did I say that? I—"
Nero waved dismissively, cutting it off,
"Lead the way."
The orb of light went silent.
Then it turned around and began floating away.
"Sure, sure. Right this way..."
The scent of bark, leaves and moist earth filled Nero's lungs.
He shook his head, 'It all still feels so real.'
He knew this place was not real.
And yet, there was nothing convincing him otherwise, save for the orb of floating light that was going down the wrong path away.
Nero smiled.
In reality, he could finally see the right path thanks to Heretic Eyes.
The story told by Eli had fed his thoughts for some time.
