Luther jolted awake from his dream.
Opening his eyes and looking around, he found himself lying on the bed in the inn.
It was already late at night, and a strange mist filled the air.
Mist?
Luther instantly became alert. He quickly got up, walked to the window, and looked outside.
As far as he could see, the streets, the buildings... everything was bathed in mist. Perhaps because of the moonlight, the mist had been tinted a faint crimson, making him feel as though he stood in a sea of blood.
Something's wrong.
This did not look like an ordinary change in the weather. Instead, it bore the hallmarks of some Beyonder ability. The way the mist spread, in particular, looked just like something from a dream, like the chaotic things lurking at the edges of consciousness.
Could I still be dreaming?
No. After being battered by that sea, I should have woken up from any dream... so some kind of abnormal change must have occurred in the real world.
Luther turned to look back into the room.
Luna lay on a pile of rugs in the corner. It had curled into a ball, its tail covering its nose, and was sleeping soundly. Normally, if Luther woke in the middle of the night, it would notice immediately and wake up too. "Luna."
Luther walked over and called to it, reaching out to stroke its sleek-furred head. Yet it did not wake, continuing to sleep with its eyes closed.
I can't wake it...
His brows gradually knitted. After a moment's thought, he activated an ability of the Spectator Pathway and leaped into the little black cat's dream.
"Lap, lap..."
The moment Luther entered Luna's dream, he heard the sound of licking.
In the dream, Luna's body had grown as large as