Beneath St. Samuel Cathedral in Backlund's North Borough, Loen.
"Captain, look! Leonard actually fell asleep."
One of the team members laughed and pointed toward the corner of the lounge.
There, a black-haired man in a trench coat had propped his legs on the table and leaned back in his chair, his hands behind his head. His eyes were closed and his breathing was steady; he seemed to be sound asleep.
"He really did..."
"Haha, he's sleeping pretty deeply, too..."
The Red Gloves all laughed at the sight.
As Beyonders of the Sleepless pathway, they did not forgo sleep entirely; they simply needed far less rest. At Sequence 6, a few dozen minutes of sleep a day was enough, so it was rare to see a colleague sleeping so soundly.
"Heh... looks like those few days away on assignment with His Excellency Ishmael really wore him out."
Soest glanced over and chuckled as well. "All right, don't disturb him. Let him rest here for a while. We should get going on patrol."
Naturally, no one objected. They all quieted their movements and followed their captain out of the lounge without waking Leonard to join them. What they failed to notice was that, although Leonard was asleep, his brows had begun to furrow faintly, as though he were enduring some invisible pain.
A few rooms away from Leonard, Miss Daly was also asleep in another lounge, slumped over a table. Both their minds had sunk to the deepest level of consciousness, where they were suffering the most terrifying nightmares.
Crackle...
Flames burned. The road was littered with signs of destruction, spattered blood, rubble, and corpses.
Luther's heart had been torn out and his skin stripped from his entire body, leaving him drenched in blood like a monster. A gaping hole had