Clark was once again shocked speechless. He was left standing rigidly like a tree, gawking at this scene in disbelief as the thought that he was going mad started rearing its ugly head.
If it was not madness, then how on earth did his ancestral home that is still peacefully sitting in the Spartan republic materialize here?
“Am I high? Did I drink too much? How the hell am I even standing when I was just eaten by a dinosaur?”
He inclined his head to look at the air suspiciously. “Master, is this another prank? Is this an illusion? Let me tell you, it’s not affecting me at all”.
Despite his many attempts to blame what was happening to his master, he already saw a lot of evidence that said otherwise. This only made him feel more shocked, uneasy, and afraid.
“Or is this a dream?” His eyes gleamed in understanding.