Ever since the last time I saw Asmodeus in my dream — or rather, the last time I somehow ventured into his dream — I had been wary of falling asleep.
What if I saw him again?
What would I do then?
What if next time he found a way to actually harm me?
But in the end, I told myself I was overthinking it.
Whatever strange phenomenon had pulled me into his dream was most likely a one-time occurrence.
I highly doubted it would ever happen again.
"…Well, so much for that!" I facepalmed.
Because as soon as I shut my eyes and drifted off, I found myself inside a dream.
A dream where I was standing under a starless night sky.
The sky itself was fractured — broken like a sheet of shattered glass. In the center of those cracks hung a red moon.
Now, when I say 'red moon,' I don't mean the soft red of dawn or dusk. No. This was the kind of red that seemed downright unsettling.
