His voice trailed off as doubt crept in. Everything felt so visceral—the cold stone beneath his knees, the metallic scent of blood in the air, the ache in his chest from seeing them dead. How could something this vivid not be real?
Then he heard it.
A voice—faint and distant, like someone calling from the other end of a long tunnel. Female. Calm despite the chaos around him.
"Satou. Can you hear me? This is a dream. Not everything you're seeing is real, you are being trap here by an assassin called Merc Assault --" then in an instant the connection was cut
The words cut through the nightmare like a blade through fog. Satou's head snapped up, his mind suddenly focusing despite the horror surrounding him. He knew that voice. Had heard it recently, though the context escaped him in his current state.
Morgana. That was Morgana's voice.
