The dream world was the true depiction of a person's real self.
Whatever deepest desires he wanted to hide from others, his real fears and joys, everything was in it.
Elijah had expected to see Alexei lead a team like a master, picking a fight with someone, or maybe spending time with him.
Who would have thought he would see it all at once?
The Alexei in this world looked older—a mature form that the twenty-year-old Alexei barely showed beneath his playful facade.
Night surrounded the entire building where Elijah had been staying since he arrived in Russia.
Alexei's home.
By the looks of it, this was now their home.
Elijah was standing near the building's entrance, not quite outside. One foot was still inside the rotating glass door, his gaze fixed to the side.
Amidst the decorative foliage, the young master was hunched over a man collapsed on the ground.
A group of guards surrounded Alexei, waiting for his command.
