Arlon saw blackness once again.
An empty void. Silent. Endless.
Then, the weight of realization hit him like a crashing wave.
"WHAT?! What happened after that?!" he shouted, his voice echoing into nothingness.
But there was no answer.
No response.
No continuation of the dream.
And then—he fell.
The sensation was sudden, like plummeting through the darkness. His body tensed instinctively, but before he could even process it—
He woke up.
Gasping, he sat up in bed. His heartbeat pounded against his ribs as his eyes darted around, adjusting to his surroundings.
Wooden ceiling. Dim lighting. The faint scent of herbs and potions in the air.
He was back.
Lying in his room beneath Charon's Moonlight Potion Store.
For the first time, he remembered the dreams he had seen. Not just flashes or vague feelings—but actual memories.
And yet, it wasn't enough.
He wanted to know more.
Without wasting a second, he threw off the covers and left the room.
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