In a daze, he thought he saw a map again.
The map must have been enormous. Thousand Masts City was just a tiny dot on it, and even the map he had seen at Dragon's Fang Castle was merely a small fraction of this one.
Aside from a single red dot, the rest of the map was completely blank, with no other markings.
Just as Colin was about to reach out and touch the map appearing before his eyes... he opened them again.
Sunlight spilled onto his face.
Forced to squint, Colin sat up and looked around. Kase, who was leaning against a tree trunk, glanced over. "What is it? Still out of it from your nap?"
"Uh... It's nothing," Colin said, clutching his head.
The dream was still remarkably vivid, and his memory of the map was crystal clear.
'Come to think of it, most of my dreams recently have been about practicing my Swordsmanship. That part must be from the Elf's memories.'
'And then there was the statue and the map from yesterday...'
