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Klein's heart slowly sank.
Of course, he hoped this was only his conjecture, his worst conjecture, and that everyone was actually fine, that nothing had happened... but he could think of no better outcome, nor could he deceive himself, because Amon's actions and personality had thoroughly constrained his imagination.
Hermes had clearly realized the truth as well. He cast Klein a discreet, reassuring glance, exchanged a few more casual words with the guard, then quietly ended the dream and withdrew from his consciousness.
At the edge of Moon City's outpost, the guard suddenly swayed, then jolted awake as he lost his balance.
He had actually almost fallen asleep leaning on his weapon!
The guard broke into a cold sweat at his own dereliction of duty. Once the people who lived on this land left their cities, they had to remain exceptionally vigilant at all times. An inconspicuous doze could cost everyone their lives-because dreams here were always dangerous.
He nervously scanned his surroundings and found his companions still eating around the fire. Only about half the meat stew in the pot was gone.
Only then did the guard relax, confirming that just a few short minutes had passed. He slapped his cheeks, rallied his spirits, and continued his watch and patrol.
Some distance outside the outpost, Hermes opened his eyes again.
Medici continued performing the duties of a "Spectator," sustaining "Psychological Invisibility" with his own level. He exchanged a glance with Hermes, and the "Spectator" angel in the group nodded and said solemnly:
"You two should understand the situation now."
He then looked at Medici. "Your Highness Red Angel, my acquaintance and time spent with His Highness Angel of Time are limited, so I take the liberty of asking you: when heretics live alongside the Creator's worshippers, would His