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Fast-paced rave music played as the Somnient staggered out of the rubble. Sulfur poured from its mouth as it crunched through glass.
The thing was pissed.
And so was I.
“The Somnient has crawled out of the rubble,” Morgan said. “It is stalking toward Aisha. Aisha appears to be readying herself for battle, though she seems rattled.”
Rattled?
Rattled!
First, I jumped into a random dreamer who happened to be Morgan—which made absolutely no sense and made me question what was going on in reality right now—then a dream mage showed up and manipulated her dream.
Terrible timing.
I pulled dream ether around me, trying not to look “rattled.”
The Somnient ran toward me.
In a split-second, it burst into twelve clones.
Now twelve Somnients were running toward me.
“The demon has multipl
