"Sigh..."
Lorne jolted upright in bed, gasping for breath.
"Phew... another dream..." He pressed his throbbing temples.
He had dreamed of more strange scenes.
"The Fourth Epoch really did bring all the greats together..."
Although he had recognized none of them in the dream, he was certain that nearly every figure he had seen was an angel...
"This isn't a good sign..."
Before he left those waters, Antigonus had examined him and said there was nothing wrong with him. But... Lorne could no longer fully trust this Demon Wolf Descendant's words.
Word had also come from the Mind Dragon, saying that, for safety's sake, they should refrain from contacting each other for now. Clearly, the confrontation deep within his consciousness that day had left the dragon badly shaken by the mutated Trojan Horse of Destiny characteristic.
"Maybe I could ask Queen Mystic to take a look..."
"Still, apart from dreaming about a few things, everything else seems fine..."
"I just feel a little unsettled..."
Lorne threw back the covers, got out of bed, and walked over to the window, pulling the heavy curtains open.
The scenery outside raced backward.
He was aboard a luxury train specially arranged by the navy.
The initial publicity at Pritz Harbor had gone quite well. A rarity like the Glory certainly drew attention, and the press conference had been lively. To celebrate the victory, the Pritz had even fired several blank rounds out to sea.
After the speech, the military had helped him deal with the reporters. Lorne had originally intended to return to Backlund alone, but the navy's hospitality was impossible to refuse. Under the pretext of "guaranteeing the absolute safety of the Kingdom's hero," they had left him no choice but to board this luxury private train chartered by the military.
Of course,