Just as Robson was cutting a bloody path through Ancient Dumu Town, Prince Odoruo suddenly awoke from a dream in the dead of night.
After waking, Prince Odoruo gasped for air, his entire body still trembling from the scenes in his dream.
A black palace, a shattered crown, a burning Madar Mountain. Endless spirits of the dead, galloping across the plains.
"What's going on? Why have I been... having this dream so often lately?" Prince Odoruo pinched the bridge of his nose, got out of bed, and grabbed the leftover wine from his bedside.
Staring at his reflection in the cup, Prince Odoruo recalled the dream.
If he had only dreamed it once, Prince Odoruo could have consoled himself that he was just overthinking things during the day.
But at this point, he was having it practically every day, and Prince Odoruo didn't believe he was truly that paranoid.
In this world, where Extraordinary powers and gods existed, dreams and prophecies were naturally real as well.
