The morning breeze blew across the lookout tower, startling Clark awake. He abruptly opened his eyes and scrambled to his feet.
However, his large movement caused him to step near the edge of the ladder, almost making him topple off the lookout tower.
Luckily, Tom, who was sitting beside him, reacted quickly and pulled him back.
"Careful!"
Grabbing Tom's arm, Clark, drenched in cold sweat, supported himself against the pillar to barely stand, then plopped down on the edge of the lookout tower's railing.
He knocked on his head with his fist, cursing under his breath.
"Damn it... what happened?"
His head felt like a soaked wad of cotton, with only fragmented memories left.
Vaguely, he recalled a Little Demon that seemed to be sitting on the railing he was holding onto now, with a teasing smile on its face, chanting some spell towards him.
He instinctively glanced behind him.
It was empty, with only the dew-covered wood.
Was it an illusion?
