Vane's brain scrambled to process the physical and tactical reality of his current situation.
Seconds ago, he was standing in the apocalyptic ruins of Zenith Academy, watching a Transcendent witch systematically slaughter the most powerful people on the continent. Now, he was lying flat on his back on the thick rug of his own living room. The fire in the hearth was crackling steadily, casting warm orange light across the intact wooden walls.
And Nyx, the undisputed apex of the Second Year class, was sitting directly on his chest.
He had interacted with her before in the Void Chambers. She was a walking hazard, an anomaly wielding an EX-rank Authority who seemed to derive a dark amusement from treating reality like a suggestion. But this was entirely out of left field. He had never expected her to pull him into her localized Dreamscape simply to tear his psyche apart, only to casually inform him that she was going to make him stronger.
