Le Eifu woke with a start from that blood-red nightmare. She knew deep down that this was far more than just a simple dream.
The skill bar for her Precognitive Dream flickered, and the Book of Destiny turned without wind, subtle crimson hues weaving through its arcane lines.
From within its pages, she seemed to gaze once more upon the secluded mountain valley she had called home for eight full years.
Chapter 77