In dreams, it is strangely common for the limbs not to obey. Even if one tries to run with all one's strength, the arms and legs refuse to move. Because of that, there is no chance to enjoy the refreshing sensation of wind brushing against the cheeks or the pleasant rhythm of the heart beating.

The point of view is not fixed either, so there are often moments when it is impossible to tell whether I am myself or whether that other person is me.

But for some reason, the dreams he had recently been having felt strangely vivid.

Jeheon opened his eyes inside a pitch black space where nothing existed.

He was running.

'Where is this?'

His breath climbed to the tip of his chin, and every time his foot struck the ground he felt sand crumble beneath it. Yet nothing appeared in his field of vision.

Drawing a deep breath to fill his lungs with the oxygen he lacked, he thought,

'Where is Caesar?'

At that moment, the world before him brightene...

Volume 1 Chapter 3

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