Horn lifted the thin spider web-like quilt, rubbing his eyes as he slowly sat up.
The morning light spilled through the window lattice, casting a warm golden spot at the foot of the velvet-covered bed, right on Horn's exposed socks.
As for the dream about the Witch Dragon war and that terrifying golden flame, it all seemed like it was just his imagination.
Only because the dream was too real, and the Holy Tree seed at his chest was gently pulsing to remind him, did he realize it was real.
That green dragon actually existed since the beginning of the creation of this world!
And he actually witnessed with his own eyes how this world was created.
It was evident that this was not the universe he knew.
He used to fantasize that the Astral Realm was the same universe where Earth was, but after this experience, he no longer thought so.
Not to mention the laws of physics, just this planet, barely calling it a planet, does not exist by the laws of physics at all.
