Ren had no idea when she finally drifted off to sleep. Her exhausted body simply shut down, melting into the protective coils of the Snake King. The world faded away, pulling her deep into the black void of unconsciousness.
It had been a very long time since she had experienced any kind of dream.
And she knew it was a dream. She was there, but she was not acting like herself at all. She moved and spoke with a dark confidence, acting out a script without a second of hesitation, even as a distant part of her wondered what she was even talking about.
She was standing waist-deep in the crystal-clear water of Syris's garden. The glowing blue bioluminescent ferns cast a soft, ethereal light over the damp, mossy stones.
Her posture was impossibly straight, exuding an arrogant aura. Her arms moved gracefully through the water, pressing a tall, muscular blue-haired beastman against a boulder. It was Uriel.
