Tears ran down Eden's cheeks. He could feel it even in his sleep.
His heart hurt, even from the dream he was having. And he couldn't help but respond to it as his cheeks grew wet from the tears.
Slowly, he opened his eyes as his vision blurred. He couldn't see anything clearly for a while. But then it soon grew clear, and Eden could see he was in a room.
He stared at the ceiling for a while—the ceiling of a luxurious room—while feeling himself resting on a soft bed. A huge, soft bed.
He was confused. Thoughts ran through his head at that moment while he wondered where the hell he was. Lots of things were crashing through his mind, things he was sure he recalled happening, but he wasn't sure in what order.
The flashback of the Wizard of El.
Him coming out of the portal leading to the Soul Mountain.
Him meeting the dead body of the old man of the Khan kingdom while hearing the footsteps of soldiers approaching.
The memories of him and Gideon...
