Cold.
Van once again found himself surrounded by nothing but darkness. It was almost perpetual, if not for the war that was currently turning the peace asunder. It has been a week since Van first dreamt of this place.
He once again looked at the gigantic man, whose whole body was currently being mangled and devoured by the countless winged-soldiers that gnawed on his body. He swayed his body, but the grip from the winged-soldiers' jaws was unfaltering.
But then, it all changed once the gigantic man's eyes lit up in gold. His body started to shake… no, vibrate. His body almost seemed like a reflection on water, rippling from the waves.
The winged-soldiers that were still clinging onto him started to fall one by one, their faces lacerated and maimed. The gigantic man ground his teeth as he looked at the never-ending winged-soldiers that still littered the darkness.
And soon, he started to run. He ran through the millions of winged soldiers, only leaving a trail of light and the mangled pieces of the winged-soldiers that were unfortunate enough to be on his path.
Seconds.
Hours.
Maybe even years.
It felt as if Van had been watching the man crash the winged-soldiers for years now. And not even once, did he stop. The man who willed lightning, and the other gigantic beings that Van could not make out, not once did they stop fighting.
But then…
...there was light. And with it, more winged-soldiers came.
7 of them, all bearing 6 wings on their back.
The light grew brighter, leaving Van no choice but to close his eyes, and once he opened them again, all of them were gone. Leaving Van in the familiar fort of his room with the sunlight on his face.
Van couldn't help but blink his eyes a couple of times as he looked at the familiar ceiling. He let out a sigh before quickly jumping off of the bed.
"That weird dream again…
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