Alvin's pleasant dream didn't last long...
The terrified Dreamwalker couldn't maintain her target's dream under such intense circumstances...
The Dreamwalker who had come to attack Alvin never imagined that someone could clearly tell "real" from "fake" in his own dream.
Most people probably didn't realize they were dreaming while they were asleep. Some knew they were dreaming, but couldn't—or didn't want to—wake up from a beautiful dream...
And although Alvin had seemed incredibly reluctant to leave that dream, his clear-headedness had been enough to make the Dreamwalker attacking him feel a chill in her heart...
It was like someone smiling warmly at you while plunging a knife into your chest.
Dreamwalker Chloe clutched her shoulder, which had been stabbed through in the "dream." When she finally woke from the "nightmare," she saw Alvin standing right in front of her.
Chloe took a frightened step back and bumped into a tree. Tense, she looked at Alvin and stammered, "I-I'm sorry..."
As she spoke, Chloe noticed two foul-smelling female witches with dreadlocks lying at her feet. One had her head smashed open by a hammer, and the other had been shot in the temple...
Chloe, who looked rather young, shrieked and covered her face, too afraid to look at Alvin. "I... you... what are you going to do?"
Alvin glanced at the two disgusting witch corpses. They must have attacked Robert and Cross.
But judging by the result, even in a dream, the two witches hadn't been a match for those two.
Looking at the Dreamwalker Chloe, who was clearly terrified, Alvin hesitated, then said, "I'm in a great mood right now. You gave me a few pleasant hours...
"Come with me. Let's have a good talk, and then I'll decide whether to send you to Hell or put you in prison..."