บท 849: Turmoil

Fein jolted upright in his bed, Startled from his sleep, his heart pounding in his chest. Beads of sweat trickled down his forehead as he struggled to separate the vivid remnants of his dream from reality. With a perplexed expression, he blinked several times, trying to shake off the lingering daze that clung to his senses.

"Wha... What just happened?" Fein mumbled to himself, his voice laced with a mixture of disbelief and relief. His eyes darted around the dimly lit room, taking in the familiar surroundings. The blood-red moon outside the window cast an eerie glow, painting the walls in a haunting hue.

For a fleeting moment, Fein felt a shiver run down his spine. The dream had felt so real, so vivid, that it had momentarily blurred the boundaries between the conscious and the surreal. He took a deep breath, inhaling the stale air of his room, and expelled it slowly, as if releasing the remnants of the dream's grip on his mind.