“Huh… Where are we?” Manasye asked, feeling odd.
He rembered falling asleep in his bed after tossing and turning, anxious about what was to co. Then, the next mont he realized it, he found himself in a strange place.
Is this a dream, or reality?
Manasye struggled to distinguish between the two—until he noticed Fenrir approaching from behind.
“Fenrir! This is…?”
Manasye turned around to take in the unfamiliar surroundings. The ground was barren. They were surrounded by plants, but they were all withered or dead. The sky was dark, shrouded in a gloomy, death-like aura.
“We’re inside Eneida’s dream now.”
“Huh? It’s this dark and sad…” Manasye tightened his grip over his chest.
He felt saddened that his friend was having such a dark and eerie dream.
Was it because they tried talking to her about the incident that changed everything? Is that why she’s having a nightmare tonight?
He rembered how she used to suffer from nightmares in the beginning.
A pang of guilt hit him—knowing it was because of them that she was having yet another one.
“Don’t feel so guilty. She needs to face this uneasiness before she can overco it,” Fenrir said, as if he could read Manasye’s thoughts.
“Y-yes… So, where do we go now?”
“Look at the insignia inscribed on your hand. It will guide you.”
“Huh?” Manasye looked at his left hand and saw a glowing, wolf-like insignia.
It hadn’t been there before, but he recalled that before they entered Eneida’s dream, Fenrir had done sothing to his hand—more precisely, his left hand.
A mont of mysterious magic had enveloped it before vanishing without a trace, leaving behind only a lingering warmth.
He didn’t expect that it would manifest in the dream world as this insignia.
“It’s my skill. It allows soone other than my contractor to enter another person’s dream world with ,” Fenrir explained.
It was a skill he rarely used—one that required the contractor’s approval before activation.
“I can’t guarantee your safety if you’re too far from here, since we’re not bound by a contract. So make sure not to stray,” Fenrir warned.
Manasye gulped and nodded.
But how was he supposed to navigate? How was he supposed to read the insignia?
He wondered as he focused on his hand. He waved it in every direction and discovered that the insignia’s glow dimd in so directions, stayed the sa in others, and grew brighter in one.
Ah, perhaps I should head toward the direction where the glow grows stronger!
Manasye intuitively understood. He began walking, with Fenrir at his side.
He kept following the glowing direction until they reached a dead end in the forest—and found Eneida curled up on the ground. A dark storm whirled around her.
“Eneida…” Manasye called softly.
“Don’t co closer!” Eneida warned.
“Go away, now!” she shouted.
“Fenrir, this is…?”
“This isn’t the Eneida you know. It’s an avatar of her consciousness—and it’s rejecting our approach.”
“What do we do, then?”
“We need to convince her that it’s okay to let us in. Don’t worry—you’ll be safe as long as you’re near . Let’s keep going.”
Manasye wasn’t entirely sure what counted as ‘safe’, but he chose to believe in Fenrir and walked alongside him.
As they approached, Eneida shouted, “I said, leave!”
With that, a gust of dark wind swept past them. Manasye felt the ominous storm graze his cheek—it was hot and pain entered his sensation for a mont before it vanished as if it had never been.
“Fenrir…?”
Manasye realized that Eneida—or rather, the avatar of her consciousness—had tried to attack him to prevent his advance, but Fenrir’s presence had protected him sohow.
“No, don’t… You’ll get hurt…” Eneida cried.
“Eneida, I’m fine! See? I’m not hurt!” Manasye quickly reassured her.
“But… but… how co?” Eneida looked stunned to see Manasye unhard.
Then, as if the storm had a will of its own, it continued to attack Manasye and Fenrir. Each assault was either deflected, absorbed by Fenrir’s barrier, or left only minor injuries that quickly healed. Manasye felt fleeting pain with each hit, but he endured it as he pressed forward against the raging winds.
“Why… why?” Eneida asked through tears.
“I want to help you, Eneida,” Manasye said firmly.
“But… what if what you find inside isn’t sothing good? What if you end up hating ?” Eneida asked, her face full of despair.
“I won’t. No matter what, I won’t hate you. Don’t worry, Eneida,” Manasye said gently.
“No… No way that can happen! I don’t believe that!” Eneida suddenly grew angry, and the storm intensified. The wind beca so strong it nearly knocked Manasye over. He was stunned, but the mont only fueled his resolve.
Manasye suddenly rushed toward Eneida with all his might.
He didn’t care about the storm’s harsh winds, the damage he sustained, or the pain he felt. He pressed on until he was finally able to grasp Eneida’s hand.
“Ah… Aaah!!” Eneida cried out, hysterical—perhaps afraid of hurting Manasye with her powers.
Thankfully, Fenrir quickly followed and, with a flick of his power, healed Manasye’s wounds at an incredible pace. The pain vanished instantly.
“Wow… I can finally hold your hands like this… even if it’s just in this dream,” Manasye said, tearing up as he smiled warmly and clasped Eneida’s hands tightly.
“...??!” Eneida was confused and speechless.
anwhile, Fenrir was impressed by Manasye’s courage—or perhaps his unwavering determination to save Eneida. He hadn’t yet told him that Eneida’s curse, the one that sapped life force, might not be effective in this place thanks to Fenrir’s control over her dream and consciousness. That was also why he could quickly heal the wounds Manasye sustained due to the attacks in this dreamscape.
Yet, even without knowing that, Manasye didn’t hesitate to approach her. Was it his intuition, his quick wit, or just blind determination that made him believe he’d be fine as long as Fenrir was with him?
Still, it had been reckless of Manasye to rush toward Eneida without letting Fenrir prepare.
Even so, Fenrir didn’t scold him—because he could see how effective Manasye’s actions were.
The dark storm around them gradually dispersed, leaving behind only a gentle breeze.
“Eneida, I would love nothing more than to hold your hand like this in the real world. So… it’s okay. Let help you,” Manasye said as he softly pressed her cold hands to his cheek.
“Aah…” Eneida wept.
“Why? Aren’t you afraid? I am like this… I’m a monster... so why?” Eneida sobbed, voice shaking.
“I ant it, Eneida,” Manasye said softly. “No matter what, I can accept you. I have my own darkness, too—parts of I don’t want anyone to see. But… if the ti cos and the only way to save is for you to see it, then I’ll entrust that to you.”
“But… if you find out about … you’ll hate for sure,” she whispered.
Manasye’s expression clouded with sadness. “Eneida… don’t decide that for . You’re assuming how I’ll feel—assuming I’ll hate you. But those are my feelings to choose. Not yours.”
“...!”
“Manasye’s right,” Fenrir added quietly. “It’s dangerous to assu how others feel, Eneida. Even if you’ve been hurt before, Manasye isn’t them. You can’t use the past to predict soone’s heart before they’ve even spoken.”
He had seen too many people who closed themselves off with their own beliefs about others—people who refused to listen, convinced that only their view mattered, only their view was real, no matter what. That kind of thinking twisted the heart, made it rigid with prejudice. Ugly, in its own way.
Eneida wasn’t like that. Not yet. But if this fear kept growing unchecked, Fenrir feared it might harden into sothing more harmful.
Even pain doesn’t excuse the harm we might cause when we stop listening.
“But… it’s scary… if… if he ends up…” Eneida’s voice cracked, her words trailing off in sobs.
Fenrir understood. Maybe it felt safer for her to assu the worst, to protect herself before the truth could hurt her. If she pushed Manasye away now, it would hurt—but it would be a pain she chose. A wound she could control. Not one from being rejected by soone she dared to trust.
He let out a quiet sigh.
“Eneida, I know you,” Manasye said gently. “You’re not soone born evil. You prioritize others too much, if anything—so much that it hurts you. That kind of kindness… how could I ever hate you for it?”
He reached out, offering his hand.
“Let help you. I won’t abandon you. Whatever it is you’re afraid of… I promise, I’ll talk it out with you before I even think of turning away.”
“Really…?” Eneida’s voice trembled, disbelief and longing tangled in her eyes.
“Yeah. Pinkie promise,” he said with a boyish grin, holding out his smallest finger.
She blinked, montarily dazed. But the warmth in his smile, so bright and unwavering, seed to lt the fear from her heart. Slowly, shyly, she hooked her pinkie with his.
“…It’s a promise, then,” she whispered through her tears—and for the first ti in what felt like forever, a fragile smile blood on her face.
But before they could speak again, the world around them began to crack like shattered glass.
“W-what’s happening?” Manasye gasped, staggering as tremors coursed through the space they were in.
The scenery buckled. The cracks split not only the ground, but also the sky, as this ‘world’ began disintegrating. The next mont he noticed, ‘Eneida’ had vanished from his side without a trace.
Floating in the disintegrating world, Fenrir just calmly let things be as he floated around the empty space, his voice calm and steady.
“Congratulations,” he said. “We’ve been granted entry into her deeper consciousness. She trusts us. Soon, we’ll begin to see her mories.”
Manasye’s heart raced as his mind protested.
Must the world crack and disintegrate in such an eerie apocalyptic way?! I thought we were dood!
The ground beneath Manasye finally collapsed completely. With nothing to hold onto, he flailed instinctively, arms reaching out as if they could help him swim through the air, through the abyss.
Of course, it was futile since without even doing anything, they would be sustained in the air, just look at Fenrir who didn’t do anything and simply let things be.
And then—
“Don’t forget our promise.”
The voice ca not from beside him, but within him—Eneida’s voice, clear and soft, as if whispering to his mind.
He looked up.
She was there, floating above in a gentle radiance, smiling. Light poured from behind her like the first dawn after endless nights.
Manasye squinted as the glow grew brighter—so blinding that he had to shut his eyes.
And when he opened them again—
He was sowhere else.
He found himself in the place that he had once seen. It seed familiar, yet unfamiliar at the sa ti. And he was floating above the scene that was unfolding…
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