Rosacer paused. His thoughts drifted, fragments of Eren's words colliding with memories he could not fully grasp. After a moment, he looked up.
"What about the Dream God?" he asked.
Eren frowned, lines forming briefly on his brow. "What about him?"
Rosacer did not look away. "Which continent is he from?"
"Ah," Eren said, understanding dawning. "The Sanders Islands. They lie in the southern sea."
He nodded to himself, then continued, almost idly, as if recalling an old scent.
"Their fogbound cities produced an aromatic mist. It seeped into the streets, the homes, the lungs." His voice softened. "It induced sleep. Not ordinary sleep. Deep, lingering dreams."
"Sanders Islands," he went on, shifting topics abruptly, "are no longer as they once were."
His fingers tightened on the book.
"As you likely know, they have been engulfed by the Karmic Dungeon."
