In the nightmares, she saw Dante dying in her arms or killed over again and again. Finally driven almost mad, as the idol whispered in her mind that Dante was waiting for her and she sought for the source of it.
Eveyln had felt the pull of the idol that she hid in her bed frame for days. The dreams in her sleep were filled with both joyous and also nightmares, as she kept dreaming about Dante. In the happy dreams, she dreamt she had a family with Dante or filled with passionate love making with him.
They rode in silence, their headlamps lighting up the terrain before them as they rode at a speed faster than the full gallop of a war dragon. It took them four hours of riding before they stopped and made camp before continuing in the morning.