Netherworld Sea, Migratory Bird Island, where the sea breeze is damp yet refreshing. Cantona suddenly awoke with a start, his heart gripped by a cold, relentless hand. His body trembled uncontrollably, every breath felt like a hundred needles piercing his lungs. He wanted to open his eyes, but the burning and stinging in his eye sockets were overwhelming. With a swipe of his hand, his fingertips became smeared with warm, rusty-smelling liquid.
It was blood. Cantona stiffened slightly. That dream! It had become so real it could affect reality... He rubbed his eyes twice, forcing himself to open his bloodshot eyes and turned his head, his vision blurred as he surveyed his surroundings.
A large bed, enough for five or six people, made entirely of solid wood, with little concern for sophistication, simple in design, sturdy and durable.
