บท 779: Reassured

The quaking of the ground was what woke him up from a rather terrible dream. He couldn't tell where it began, and what he had been doing before he sunk into it.

When had he slept to have been pulled into such a dreadfully deep and immersive dream?

There was a sudden, hurtful pull from his body.

 Something within seemed to be compelled to leave, but as he laced his full control through his body, whatever it was calmed down for a moment, only to attempt to break through his body again.

What was this?

Why did it seem connected to the dream he had been having?

"It's time to wake up, glaive-man. I'm not going to babysit you longer than I need to. Wait, I actually might," a voice spoke to him.

The dark-haired man opened his eyes wide, and saw a pale man come into view, his figure rickety, as though it was leisurely swinging on a rocking chair.

The sound of waves came next, and Gabel grew suspicious. What was this scenario?