In her sleep, Rafael's consciousness seemed to be sinking continuously, falling into an endless darkness.
She didn't know where she was going, only feeling that everything around her was receding. What gradually presented itself before her eyes and ears was boundless darkness mixed with a certain fishy stench.
Rafael seemed to have witnessed this scene many times, but each time she woke up, she would forget. Only in this moment of slumber could she find traces of her memory.
"Transferee..."
In front of her stood architecture a hundred, a thousand times more magnificent than the Red Dragon Court. Among them were far more Dragon-man species than today, wailing and rushing about, chased relentlessly by a twisted, tsunami-like black swamp.
