Tiber chuckled. "Why are you still in the dream? Why? Why? Because I am far stronger than you!"
Xuehan shuddered, and his face was drawn with horror. "When? When did you even draw us into this dream?"
"From the very beginning," Tiber said as he began to walk towards them, one step at a time. But each of his steps seemed to contain several steps at the same time. The space around him was dark and brooding. The darkness looked to be alive, and different shapes began to flicker within.
Fear. Terror began to bloom in the minds of the three. Their bodies began to shake uncontrollably, their limbs locking. And yet, Tiber continued to come closer to them still!
Suddenly, Xuehan turned to Fengzhi. His eyes widened with fear, but his lips were set in a decisive firmness. He seemed to be dragging every shred of his will up to the surface as he roared in her face. "STAB ME WITH YOUR SPEAR!"
