Gabriel died.

his cold corpse lay upon the floor, for a knight he died surprisingly easily, but that was to be expected given the poison he inhaled,

Leon slowly kneeled down, the book Gabriel lent him deep in his grasp. He placed the cover face down upon his corpse, before putting his palms together.

and there he prayed, for the life he just took.

tears streamed down his face, he mouthed words, of which “sorry” could be discerned. It was odd that he mouthed his words, he had never talked so why would his mouth move?

he slowly stood up, leaving the book on the ground.

he looked up upon the night sky, the shining stars seemed to shine brighter than ever, he smiled.

he put his hands upon the now foul corpse, its bubbling disfigured body, the product of what naturally happens after death, he began to tear the abdomen of Gabriel’s corpse, his nails digging into the muscles and tissue at the forefront of his body. The task was unsurprisingly hard, he was a knight, his body naturally was strong from the ascension needed to be a knight. After a few minutes of digging through the disgusting corpse, strewing his bones, blood, and organs across the dark green grass, he found what he was looking for.

a brilliantly dark cube around a tenth of a millimeter wide was found near his appendix,

Leon stood up slowly, grasping the dark cube in his hand, he brought his hand to the stars, the blood and bile from his search staining his arms up to his shoulder,

this was the “dream” of Gabriel.

the source of his power, ever changing, and bought through ascent via maturing.

I was a useless trophy, if not a cruel one. One could not steal another’s dream, if Leon tried to insert it into his chest, his body would naturally reject it and Gabriel’s dream would explode in his chest.

but Leon smiled.

this had its own uses.

especially since his own dream was rather… dull? No, it was a beautiful dream. A pure clear strand of hair, located in the mushy pink flesh known as the brain.

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A dream of love.

anyways, it had no particular affects on the world.

Leon sat under a tree a couple meter away from the now brutalized corpse.

He slowly started chipping apart the cube. Turning it to course powder. It black almost abyss like color made Leon think that Gabriel had a rather pessimistic view on life.

the cube finally turned to sand like particles,

Leon closed his eyes.

Gabriels dream, was a rather uninteresting dream, although that much was to be expected from a a man whom only ascended once, or at-least only once according to the information Leon gathered.

Leon scratched his collar bone, the course black dream sand got under his nails and irritated his skin.

Leon finally took the ground dream and inhaled it.

The smell was unpleasant, and since it was course it burned and scarred Leon’s body all the way up and down his airways.

Leon spat out blood, his body went limp yet started shaking. His eyes blistered and his mouth puffed, blood poured out of his nostrils, deep black veins appeared on Leon’s arms. The veins burst forth, and only black liquid oozed forth. Yet despite all this Leon remained silent, which was a given due to his muteness, but not even a muffled grunt could be heard. Finally the implosion happened, every course grain of abyss pumping bouncing up and down in his lungs exploded, drowning his lungs in thick black abyss, the oozing, slushing and ripples could all be felt as his body desperately coughed out the strange liquid. Yet now that his eyes stopped bulging, you could see, his eyes remained endlessly calm. He kept his mouth closed and tightly closed his nostrils with his fingers, then still oozing with black liquid from the bursting veins from earlier.

Leon let out a small sigh, since most kept their dream a secret for security reasons, Gabriel’s dream was unknown to Leon, but given his bodies minor reaction compared to how a normal implosion would occur, they’re dreams were most probably similar. His most likely a dream of acceptance.

Finally after the ordeal was done, Leon stood up, his blood and bile formed a pool around him, alongside the iqor streaming down his body.

his legs trembling he walked towards Gabriel’s wretched corpse, its stench making even bugs vomit,

he wrote upon the ground infront of the known dried up bile and blood, using the black iqor.

“회개가 이루어졌다”

Repentance fulfilled.

Leon had now felt the pain of rejecting Gabriel’s dream.

This process was also why he refused to go to Geentel, he simply couldn’t refuse so many dreams. Even rejecting one brought him to the brink of death, and he needed time to recover. Of course he could simply not repent, but that went against his odd moral compass. He was fine with killing people, well originally he wasn’t but in a world as cruel as this you have to murder, whether it be enemies or friends, but as a reminder of sorts, of the magnitude of evil taking a life was, he came up with this sort of ritual, to remind him of the morality of what he’d just done. Of course there was another reason.

Leon opened his mouth, 검은 타르, still flowing from his every hole, and as he did so, a blue translucent light emitted from his mouth. Out came a white orb,

in that white orb, was Gabriel or atleast a miniature ghost like form of him.

this was Leon’s “love”.

The spirit Gabriel wouldn’t be able to interact with the world, but he would be alive, and free of suffering.