"Your Majesty?"
The Shadow Robe stood next to the Crystal Throne of the Dream Realm, looking at Alka seated upon it, softly calling out.
Being a creature of the Dream Realm, his voice did not produce sound waves but instead conveyed a message directly into Alka's mind.
Thus, even a gentle call was extremely clear in Alka's mind, reminding him.
Seated atop the throne.
Alka had his eyes open, staring at the void above.
His eyes shimmered with golden light, but that golden hue seemed utterly bizarre.
The golden glow appeared to be twisting, prompting a query whether the gold was truly gold.
Hearing the call within his mind.
Alka's eyelids began to tremble.
Following which, he seemed to use all his might to finally manage to close his eyes.
At the moment he shut his eyes.
It was evident that Alka exhaled a sigh of relief, his entire body relaxing from its tense state.
He took a deep breath, soothed, then reopened his eyes.
By this time, his eyes had returned to normal.
