He had intimate contact with women, also capable of influencing reality.
Doesn't that mean...
Fuck.
No, I can't think about it anymore.
If I keep thinking about it, my brain will shut down.
That night.
Chloe, full of worries, lay down to rest early.
As someone who falls asleep as soon as his head hits the pillow, he slept unusually restlessly that night.
He had a strange dream.
In the dream was a desolate wilderness.
From the scenery, it seemed not to be the landscape of the Stars Continent, more like the Shadow Plane.
A world constructed only of black and white colors was exceptionally vast.
He wandered forward like a lost spirit.
Without destination or direction.
Until he saw a familiar figure standing on a hill in the distance, back turned to him.
As if hearing his footsteps, the figure was about to turn around when it was swallowed by wind and sand.
His instincts told him to stop that back view.
