"Go…"
A hollow voice called out in the void.
"Go… and…proliferate"
"Go…"
"…"
It repeated, followed by the sound of something moving.
Images flashed—countless large rocks whistling across the space, skies burning brightly in the day, and indescribable screams that filled one's ears.
It was nothing short of insanity.
Nothing short of confusion.
And then—
"Haa!"
Hans jolted out of bed, heaving deeply. His hands gripped on the soft cloth, ripping parts of it open.
What dream was that?
He clutched his head, feeling the sweat stick on his hands. The bright rays of sunlight shone upon his face, blinding him momentarily.
After a brief pause, his sight recovered, blurring into clarity.
Bed, I'm home.
Or so he thought. He looked around, finding the room familiar.
Oh, I'm in the fortress. Right.
He closed his eyes and took a deep breath, slowly integrating the memories in his mind. Just now, he felt that he didn't know who he was, where he was, and why he was here.
