"It's just an illusion, Your Majesty, don't take it seriously." The old man slightly bowed and softly explained, "Dream creation is somewhat ethereal, but sometimes it seems to predict the future. I am not a dream creator, so I don't know what happened in Your Majesty's dream."
Originally thinking it was just a false alarm, Declan Marsh felt his heart tighten again.
Prophecy?
The dream just now was realistic enough.
If he wasn't sitting here safely, Declan Marsh might really suspect he had been killed.
He looked up at the four elders in front of him, with an indescribable feeling in his heart.
That sense of trust began to collapse.
In its place was caution and vigilance.
"Your Majesty, what happened? What did you dream about?" Hayden Marsh asked with a cheerful smile.
This smile reminded Declan Marsh once again of the smile Hayden Marsh revealed after killing him in the nightmare.
