Solomon hadn't slept so deeply in years now.
He could feel it, even in his dream. This was a peace he hadn't known for so very long.
It was more euphoric than touching a star. More enticing than the most fragrant wine.
But Solomon was still haunted by demons that he had yet to fully bury.
In his dreams, he could see his ultimate fears and traumas fully realized.
Uriel stood over the body of Yari, not Rena. His hands were wrapped so tightly around her throat that Solomon could clearly hear the sound of bone snapping.
He tried to run to her, to scream, but neither worked.
His legs and lungs felt like they were submerged in tar. And yet, he struggled.
Something hit him hard in the back of the head, and he felt his vision shift.
The cool, firm feeling of the ground greeted him.
As his eyes slowly readjust to his new surroundings, the next scene he sees is just as gruesome.
Gorgon stands over the corpse of Jiaoying. At her side, Rava feasts noisily on her innards.
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