Nameless's question pierced the air, his voice steady but filled with curiosity. "Do you mean… those kinds of dreams?"
Immortal Elyon's lips tightened as he muttered softly, almost to himself, "It has started."
Nameless narrowed his eyes, his curiosity now brimming. "What do you mean?" he asked, leaning closer as Elyon's cryptic words intrigued him further.
Elyon quickly masked his expression, brushing off the weight of his own remark. "It's nothing," he replied with practiced ease.
"Perhaps it's just a strange dream. But if you ever experience dreams you cannot explain, you can tell me."
Nameless studied his master's face, a hint of doubt lingering in his mind.
He said it's nothing, Nameless thought, but it felt deliberate, like there's more he isn't telling me.
His master's evasiveness only fueled his resolve to uncover the truth.
