It was like a grotesque dream.
Upon waking, the content of the dream was completely forgotten.
It was impossible to know whether it was a nightmare or a lucid dream.
Only some vague, murky whispers remained, but even those were unrememberable.
Uncertain how long he had slept, it felt like only a short while had passed.
There was a moment of disconnection in consciousness, but he quickly became alert again.
"What happened?"
Mika didn't know, looking at the underground stone cave with a strong sunlight barrier separating him and the Demon. Luckily, it hadn't been long; the Demon was still unable to cross over.
Where was the Dark Demon Scripture?
Mika glanced at the tree-like display stand beside him. The book was burning fiercely, blazing with an eerie green flame, consuming itself into nothingness.
The spells recorded in the book seemed to have a life of their own. As the pages burned, they slithered out like snakes, swirling and darting around Mika's arm.
