446. Won… But At What Cost?

'Help… Anyone… Please!' 

Sylvester abruptly sat up on his bed, his breathing heavy and his body drenched in sweat. The sunlight streaming in through the window illuminated the room brightly, while the birds chirped outside.

"That girl from my visions… The dreams are growing too frequent." He muttered and brushed his golden locks away from his face, taking a deep breath to calm down.

It had been three days since his return, and he had fully enjoyed his holiday, as he had planned at the beginning of his six-month leave. He had done nothing but sleep, stayed at home, cooked his own food, and played music while contemplating his next moves.

He simply wanted to recharge his social battery, as he felt tired of acting holy and blessed in front of the people. Coming up with hymns on the spot was difficult for him. But, he could only afford one day of rest, as he knew his adversaries were active while he wasted time.