Within the eighth level of the Battle Royal, a pair of crimson eyes snapped open. Their owner frowned as she sat up on the blanket she had been resting on, surrounded by big pink petals that enclosed her like walls.
Her snow-white face bore a touch of icy coldness, framed by soft pink lips. Long, flowing white hair cascaded over both of her shoulders, while a pair of iridescent wings shimmered gracefully behind her.
She frowned slightly, brushing away the damp hair clinging to her forehead. Her face was flushed, her breathing ragged.
The vivid, heated dream she had just experienced clung to her mind like smoke, flickering through her thoughts stubbornly as her frown melted into embarrassment.
"That was a dream. Just a dream."
She told herself repeatedly, slapping her flushed cheeks to calm down. Yes, it was merely a dream—that was the only reason she had acted so boldly. So shamelessly.
