Quin was helping arrange people for the construction of the wall. It was going well, but then suddenly, a voice began repeating over and over in his head.
“Save me, save me.”
Quin couldn’t focus with that voice in his head, so he ran away. He found a secluded corner and tried to stay there to focus.
But then he passed out right there. When he opened his eyes again, he stood in a vast land where the sand and rocks were charred black.
The sun was blood red, and the skies were blotted by some sort of fog.
Confused, he looked around, trying to understand where he was, but no matter where he looked, there was nowhere he could recognize.
He started walking after a bit, trying to see if he could possibly find a way out of there. But after walking for a while, he still didn’t see anything.
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Then, he began hearing a voice, the same voice he had heard before he passed out. But this time, the cry for help was louder, and the direction it was coming from was clear.
Quin felt the urge to run in that direction, but he tried to fight it.
The urge was stronger than his will, though, and he soon took off in that direction. He moved at top speed, running with all his might.
He kept running, but there was no destination; all he could follow was the voice that kept calling out for help.
And with every call, he increased his speed, slowly surpassing the threshold of his own body. He was moving at a speed he could not attain on a normal day.
Yet he kept going faster until he saw something, or somethings. Those winged creatures he had seen in his vision before, they filled the field in front of him.
He wanted to retreat because he knew how powerful those beings were from the vision. But the urge to save whoever was there grew even stronger.
So he shut his eyes and took a deep breath. By this time, the winged creatures had already noticed him, and they were running toward him.
Quin didn’t know what he was doing, but he knew he had to do it, and so he dashed toward them.
“Call for the sword.” Quin heard another voice telling him to call for a sword, but Quin knew he didn’t have a sword, so what could that voice mean?
As he got closer to the enemy, the voice kept repeating those words over and over again. So Quin decided to try. He thought about a sword, and then a sword of light formed in his hand.
He gazed at it in shock, but there was no time to admire it. He immediately slashed out with the sword, and it fired a sword light arc that cut through the winged creatures, killing some of them.
The winged creatures screeched after seeing one of their kind die. They now took Quin as a serious threat.
Quin, on the other hand, was breathing heavily. That single attack had taken a lot of energy from him. He looked up and saw the winged creatures staring at him, waiting for the right time to attack.
Quin charged at them again, raising the sword that consumed his energy every second. He was a master swordsman, and with the help of the sword, he could take out the winged creatures himself.
He began slicing and attacking with full force, and with every slash, he killed one of the winged creatures. But he was getting more and more tired. frёewebηovel.cѳm
Yet Quin did not stop because the voice was still yelling out for him to save her.
He kept moving on, but then a figure appeared from the group, covered in long black robes and holding a purple-looking sword.
Suddenly, an eye came out of the sword and looked in Quin’s direction. Immediately, the figure charged at Quin.
Quin tried to hold his ground, blocking the attack of the figure, but he was thrown back with so much force that he tumbled for some distance.
He got back up, but before he could react, the figure had leaped into the air and slashed down. Quin tried to block, but he was suddenly sucked out of the place.
Quin opened his eyes and saw that he was lying on a bed. It was his bed in the castle. How did he get here?
He got up from the bed and walked to the mirror. He looked clean and refreshed.
The door to his room opened, and Silva walked inside. He saw that Quin was awake, so he smiled at him and came over to the bed.
Silva sat down on the bed. “You’re up. Someone from the town found you passed out on the ground behind a building.
When I heard, I rushed here because I knew it would have to be something really serious for my elder brother to collapse,” Silva said.
“Sorry for stressing all of you. I didn’t mean for any of this to happen. I just started hearing a voice calling out to me. It called me repeatedly.
So I ran to somewhere secluded, but I didn’t expect to pass out. I was inside a dream when I passed out.
The dream was simply me trying to get to that voice that was calling out to me, but I couldn’t reach her because those winged creatures I told you about before were all there, fighting me.
I was able to defeat them, but then a figure came out holding a sword that had a grotesque eye. The person was far too powerful, and there was nothing I could do, so he killed me.” Quin told Silva everything.
“I see. I think this has something to do with your legacy awakening. It might be a warning as well, so be careful.
I may be wrong, but I’m certain this dream has great importance, so don’t forget it.” Silva said.