The building was coming down around them, and Scar knew it, but Solus was right on their heels, cheering him on, begging him not to stop, and taking care of whatever debris came their way.
As much as he hated it, the commotion said it plainly, a Scarlet Kin was involved. He had brushed off the villagers' talk of deaths in their sleep and strange dreams, confident that no Dreamwalker could walk through Area 9 without dying. That confidence had been a mistake. He hadn't been vigilant enough.
One thing was certain, though. If this was a Dreamwalker, it was either a Hostile-level threat or close enough to it that the difference hardly mattered.
Their power could be troublesome, capable of putting all of them to sleep. But as long as Selena's ghost lived and remained caught in that repeating memory, the Dreamwalker couldn't use its full might.
"Dance with everything you've got, Scar… don't let Selena fall into sadness. The Dreamwalker feeds on trauma."
