Why Are My Dreams Realistic?

C̶h̶a̴p̴t̶e̵r̴ ̴3̶8̶ ̵:̵ ̷S̶e̸r̸a̷p̸h̵i̶m̶'̷s̷ ̶W̶o̸r̵l̵d̶/̶E̶n̶d̵ ̸O̷f̸ ̶L̶o̵n̷e̷l̵i̸n̴e̴s̶s̸ ̴:̶ ̵(̴p̷a̸r̷t̶ ̴1̵7̶)̴

I looked at Zero with my eyes begging to go back in time, as he could do it at his own will. My body was hurt from the sudden fall, and my head is dizzy, but I was still able to look at Zero and use his powers. Zero, who’s still defending himself with his other self, was still struggling. His sword was cracking little by little. Bits of iron were being disintegrated into the dark aura of his other self.

“HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!” Continuously laughing at Zero while he struggles to defend himself.

‘Crack!’ 'Gzzzzzzt! ’

Zero then did something with his sword. He enchanted it with time so the friction would create a sound and pressured air that would blow the other soul away. The sparks between the forte of Zero’s sword and the thrust of the claws coated with a dark aura created small sounds that could be used to create a small wave of pressurized air.

‘Brrrrrr….’

‘Hisssssssssss…..’

‘Crack!’ 'Crack! ’

I tried to move myself so I could help Zero create the attack that he had prepared. I h