Sleeping in the cave was like taking refuge in the devil's basket. The cave was quiet, with no monsters. But the silence it carried was so deep that it made every pulse sound like a bomb blast.
At first, Leon's skin was dry. Not even a trace of discomfort was there. But as soon as two lightning-speed shadow streaks passed over him, his body charged.
Sweat poured down from his face like a broken pipe. He thrust his head harshly while bone-cracking sounds echoed from his fist.
For a split second, everything stopped. But the moment a drop of his sweat slammed on the ground, he gasped heavily.
In his dream, he saw himself standing at the front of the Castle of Souls. The horned beings scattered around him like sand, holding his squad captive.
And at their front was Aurelian, smiling.
"Let them go!"
