His throat felt dry. He looked at them in confusion as their voices pierced through the heavy silence.
"Lord Ethan!" Randall cried.
"Please wake up!" Irida begged.
Ethan's eyes shook.
It took a few moments for Ethan to adapt to his surroundings. Cold sweat rolled down his face, and he wiped it away with the back of his hand.
His breathing was uneven. He tried to steady himself as he gathered his thoughts.
'Did I really see a dream that vivid, or did she truly contact me?'
His mind replayed the scene. The voice, the touch, the kiss. It all felt too real to be brushed off.
'If it was real, how did she reach me here? The system said she belonged to my world. Then how could she appear in this place? And why now?'
The last memory struck him again. Her arms wrapped around neck and her lips pressed lightly against his cheek.
'Could it be… she is fascinated by my looks and wants me?'
