"This time while I was sleeping, I had a dream," Nellie no longer teased Pannis and gently stopped the bleeding of his most severe wounds. She tried to dress them, but Pannis waved his hand to stop her, so she could only kneel beside him, gently letting him rest his head on her lap, and reminisced, "It was a very chaotic dream, many of the details are quite blurry to me. However, in the later part of the dream, I remember very clearly because I dreamed that I went back over a hundred years and entered this space again. Unlike reality, there were none of you in the dream—not just you, but none of our friends were there. It was just me entering here, alone facing Danacus."
"You dreamed of Danacus?" Pannis raised his eyebrows sharply, trying to sit up suddenly, but the movement pulled at his wounds. Grimacing, he lay back down on Nellie's lap and quickly pressed, "Are you sure you were just dreaming at that time?"
