Part 9: The Dawn of Trial
In the dream, I found myself in a world just before dawn, where the darkness was gradually fading away.
The air was taut, and in the silence, there was an unsettling presence.
I heard a voice from somewhere.
“He is preparing to flee. But don’t think he will be allowed to do so.”
The voice belonged to an “observer” cloaked in black.
They never spoke; they simply recorded the course of events.
But this time, it was different.
Even they were watching closely the movements of Damian Stone.
Damian had secretly devised a plan to escape the country.
But that information had already leaked.
It hadn’t been spilled by the “shadow organization,” but by someone within, who had leaked it as a “last resort.”
I watched the whole sequence of events in the dream.
It wasn’t the airport, but a private flying yacht.
His destination was the distant, sand-covered country in the east—a nation with whom he had forged a strong alliance.
Damian’s expression was grim, and there was no one by his side.
His family was nowhere to be seen, and he was attempting to flee alone.
But at that moment, something happened.
The map of his plan was suddenly covered in black ink.
The information that should have been in his hands vanished, one by one.
His passport, communication devices, accounts, and the list of collaborators—
All of it disappeared as if it had never existed.
“Someone moved,” I intuitively felt.
Had it been someone who had abandoned Damian?
Or perhaps, someone pure-hearted who still wished to stop him?
Damian looked up at the sky.
“I shouldn’t be here…” I distinctly saw his lips move, though the words were lost in the wind.
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