The sky was red, there were no clouds, but a sea of fire, the flames were constantly tumbling, viscous as seawater, and there were the most viscous places that could not be hung directly, and the flames dripped from the sky. These flames don't look big from the ground, but when they fall to the ground, you find that each spark is the size of a castle, and the heat wave is overwhelming, as if it is going to evaporate the water from your whole body before you get close.

In addition to the sea of fire, there is also thunder and lightning.

Each time, accompanied by a deafening and terrifying roar, a thick thunderbolt would slash down from the sky on the sea of fire, splitting through the sea of fire and tearing the flames, like an angry electric snake, but this was only a matter of moments, after a few breaths, the electric snake would dissipate, and the sky would sink into a sea of flames again.

There was a pungent smell in the air, like sulfur, and at the same time the wind was stirring and howling, and in a short time it took the smell away, but brought with it another disgusting fishy smell.

Beneath his feet, the ground shook and cracked, tearing open crack after crack, around him, warriors in armor were screaming with all their might, not far away, houses were collapsing in patches, kicking up dust, and in the sky, men in robes of all colors were flying, and people were falling with cries of pain......

This was a dream that Norman had often had since he was a child.

Unlike other dreams, Norman's senses are so clear that even after waking up, the memory does not dissipate, and the process of dreaming is different from when he has other dreams.

In other dreams, such as eating black bread, Norman interacts with the other people in the dream, they can hear him and communicate with him, but when he has this dream, the people in the dream don't seem to see him, they don't pay attention to him even when he yells, and when Norman tries to stop them, they even go straight through his body.

He was like a soul wandering outside of this world, wandering alone, re-experiencing the scene of this catastrophe over and over again, from childhood to adulthood.

But in this dream, there is an exception.

It was a little girl.

Norman had met her many times when he was running around in his dreams, he could see her, and she could see him, but unfortunately they never spoke.

There were many voices in the dream, the grunt of the sea of fire in the sky, the strange roar of an unknown animal in the distance, the shouts of the armored warriors, the screams of the robed trapeze in the sky as they fell...... But Norman couldn't speak inside.

He couldn't make a sound even with all his might, and the little girl was obviously the same, so even though they had met many times in their dreams, they could only look at each other each time, and never said a word.

They are like two lonely souls, silently watching each other again and again, watching each other grow little by little, and then passing by again and again.

Norman remembers that he had this dream a lot as a child, but as he got older, he had it less and less. The last time I had this dream was nearly a year ago, when old Norman was not dead.

Norman remembered that in that last dream, the little girl had grown into a big girl, and he remembered everything.

It was the woman in front of him who fell from the sky.

The evening breeze seemed to have stopped, and the moonlight became softer, and everything was silent, except for the sound of insects.

"Hiccup~"

Norman stared at the woman with staring straight eyes and couldn't help but burp.

He was still holding the glass in his right hand, but the rim of the glass was poured, and the ale was gurgling out of it, dripping on the ground, and dissolving into a small pool, but he did not notice it.

The woman was also quietly watching Norman, her robes falling over her body, hiding her graceful carcass.

Moonlight came from behind her side, spilling down on the side of her face, only to be reflected off by her pale skin. Half of the white and half of the darkness, her eyes were as bright as stars, as if there was a streamer turning, and her veins were silent.

If you look closely, there are still dirt and blood stains on her white robe, and there seems to be a faint smell of blood, which penetrates into Norman's nose like the most effective aphrodisiac.

The fingers of Norman's left hand unconsciously hooked.

Then his left hand slowly raised.

As they had seen countless times in their dreams, he slowly raised his hand to the height of the woman's face.

There is still a step to go.

Norman took a step forward.

Then his hand fell on the woman's face, and he gently pinched the side of her cheek that was in the dark, and picked up a small piece of flesh.

The warmth of the touch comes clearly from the fingertips, and it is incredibly real.

It's not a dream, it's real.

Norman grinned and smirked.

In countless dream encounters in the past, he reached out to touch her countless times, but his hand passed through her body again and again, and fell short again and again.

And now, he's finally done it.

He finally touched her.

More than ten years of regrets, entangled obsessions, and the sense of identity as a fellow kind, all have been satisfied at this moment, and life seems to be complete. Mages, nobles, these things that had been entrenched in Norman's mind all left his mind for a while.

All he could do at the moment was to get his long-cherished wish fulfilled......

The woman was quiet, something Norman had learned during more than a dozen years of dream encounters.

Every time she reached out and tried to touch her, she just stood quietly, letting herself try, doing nothing, just watching herself quietly, and then waiting for Norman to become decadent, give up, silently oppose after one meaningless attempt after another, and finally pass by.

She was quiet, and that was all Norman had of the woman whose name he didn't know.

So when his cheeks tightened slightly, and the flesh was pinched, Norman's eyes instantly widened.

"Bang Bang"

Norman didn't grasp his right hand, and the glass fell to the ground, spun twice, and then rolled to the side, hitting the wall before stopping.

Norman looked at her in amazement, watching as she reached out a hand and landed on her face, gently pinching her cheek, just like she was doing right now.

With this movement, the robe slipped from her arm, revealing a snow-white slender arm, and Ying Ying only held it.

And meeting Norman's gaze, this woman, who had never been quiet in Norman's memory and had never even seen her expression, raised the corners of her mouth slightly at this moment.

It's like a little weasel that has stolen a chicken.