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Alex pushed back a bit, disturbed by the questions Nix was asking. He had yet to relate the other features as he was first drawn to those eyes.

Nix blinked and awaited a response eagerly.

"Black? The texture looks kinda full, I guess." He spoke, a bit confused by all that was going on with the sudden questioning.

Nix looked down with wide eyes, trying his best to hold his composure after the new info.

Hana had been one of those who he would call an untamed territory, hidden from the outside world and thrilling enough to explore its lands.

"You\'re sure you saw right? Not some weird feeling?" Nix questioned, hoping it was all a coincidence.

Alex shook his head and pretended not to listen, folding his arms and throwing his attention elsewhere.

Nix let out a sigh and shook his head at the new reality of things, this new information was a bit overwhelming for just a girl Alex saw in his dreams. This was someone he had personally met and had occasionally thought about how she was fairing.

From the little description given, he could tell that the person in Alex\'s dream could be none other than Hana and Fegan.

\'Why would he be dreaming of Hana?\' He frowned and confusion muddled his thoughts as he sat calmly with his elbows on his thighs and face resting on his clasped hands.

"I get it, it\'s so boring that you\'re finding some other excuses." Alex snapped and rolled his eyes.

They had planned on testing out his ability to see to what extent he could go with helping them. Yet they were discussing a girl that repeatedly popped up in his thoughts?!

Nix shook his head, thinking of the fact that he would have to explain himself if he wanted to be believed and they could inadvertently continue from where they had left off.

"Her name..." Nix paused after realizing he was going for the wrong approach on the subject.

\'Dimwit! If you begin in such a way, there\'s bound to be suspicion.\' He scolded himself.

Inhaling and exhaling, he felt an ease wash over him as he prepared for a different approach.

"When did all the dreams begin?"

Raising a brow at Nix, Alex let out a sigh and gave a quick nod willingly accepting this weird fate.

"Four days up until now."

Nix\'s eyes doubled in size, shocked by how he had been in the dark about this while there was someone who was part of his team having this sort of problem.

\'What the heck is going on with you, Hana? Are you in some sort of danger?\' His thoughts spiraled into numerous what-if moments.

He had tried to understand why Alex had been chosen, from what he had described, there was an underlying need to check out what was going on soon.

That would involve speeding up the process of escaping the organization with utmost urgency.

"There\'s something out of place, that... We need to find out." Nix pointed out.

From all he had said, Alex could only guess that Nix had a clear picture of who he was talking about.

Nix\'s eyes darted about the room in search of a few pieces of equipment needed to sketch out his thoughts.

Getting to his feet, he walked over to the desk and pulled out the first drawer, and searched for a pencil and white paper.

His face brightened up when he found what he was searching for.

Walking back towards the chair he had been sitting on, he sat and quickly sketched to depict an illustration of Hana\'s face from memory.

Pleased with the results after a few minutes, he handed over the paper and waited for his response.

He was still glad that he had his skill intact–when they would leave, it was one of his goals to continue with the art and fill his canvas with several works he could use to his advantage.

Alex\'s hands gripped the sides of the paper, creases formed around his fingers the more he held on tightly.

"Hey! Easy on the poor paperwork, you\'d ruin the art if you hold on that way!" Nix exclaimed in horror at how he was manhandling his drawing.

Alex stared at Nix with a blank face, almost like he couldn\'t process what he had heard. Slowly bringing down his gaze to the detailed sketch in his hand.

Nix\'s lips drew into a thin line, hopeful that he would get some sort of positivity soon with the drawing done.

Alex\'s mouth gaped open slightly in shock and disbelief at the realism of the drawing, mesmerized by the striking beauty and elegance of the female.

This was almost like a clearer depiction of his dream which had left him speechless for some time while unable to take his gaze away from the depiction.

Nix subconsciously let out a smile at how well Alex had responded to his work.

"How...?" Alex had begun but paused midway when he couldn\'t make out how to express himself afterward.

This was the female that was in his dreams, how could Nix successfully get the details in her face?

\'Could he also read minds as an additional ability?\' His thoughts broadened at the possibility.

Nix closed his eyes and had a smirk on his lips, he could understand the basis for the question and be in no way surprised when it was raised.

"The female you saw has spoken to me at one point in my life when I was on an adventure in the woods," Nix recalled with a laugh.

There was no need to hide such information when they would soon get to the very place that held so many untold mysteries.

Hana had been the first one that he had felt a sense of satisfaction spanking her to surrender, had alerted him of danger in the form of his ex-best friend who also transmigrated as he did.

The need to check on her had suddenly increased as if she was reaching out to Alex in her subconscious.

Alex walked up to Nix and grabbed him by the shoulder, "you\'ve spoken to her, where? I need these dreams to stop."

His eyes pleaded with a glow. He couldn\'t understand why she was repeatedly making a way into his thoughts ever so often.

Nix pulled away but could only give a nod of understanding. He knew Alex needed answers so badly and was willing to get a way of meeting up with her.

"Remember the place I had in mind to branch by and stay? A cozy cottage?" He stressed, hoping Alex caught on to what he was implying.

With his eyes doubling their size, he grabbed onto Nix\'s shoulder once more. "This must be a sign."

He was more than pleased with the information and let out a laugh at finally getting a reason worth leaving with urgency.

Taking a few steps back, Nix made sure to create some distance between them.

Taking a defensive stance, he clenched his fists and brought them forward. "Since that\'s over with, how about we test those skills of yours?"

Alex watched as his room gradually morphed into a larger space with its walls covered in black scales with the overlapping areas giving off a blue glow outline.

"My thoughtful modification," Nix spoke, the corner of his lips raised in a smirk.

With the flick of his right hand, he edged on Alex to take the first move, revealing the glow in his eyes as he awaited his response.

Alex let out a chuckle and activated his ability. "You\'re gonna regret giving me the opportunity."

\'As if I\'d spare you a chance.\' Nix snickered in his thoughts, creating a thin covering of his passive gift.

"I see, you aren\'t going easy on me, are you?" Alex snickered in mischief.

"Well, you see..." Nix began and looked all around them for added reference. "I had thought of this, for one thing, fireproof!"

"You can\'t deal much damage in here anyways." Alex blew a raspberry and chuckled.

Nix hummed along and laughed before turning dead serious in an instant.

"Come forth, Red!"

At the mention of those words, Alex\'s mood dropped drastically at a red cloak of smoke seeping out of Nix.

–––––––––––

Outside their door,

"What do you think is going on in there?" Obsidian whispered towards Lank.

He had pretended to be out on a personal mission, but this was all a cover-up to see what Nix was up to. In doing so, he had dragged Lank along.

To his surprise, Lank was more interested than he was in spying on the two.

"You tell me, you got a better hearing." Lank hissed in reply and placed his ear on the door.

Thud!

Lank jumped back at the crash that shook the door.

"What the hell?!" He hissed in shock and turned to Obsidian for an explanation.

Obsidian shrugged, there were tons of possibilities that could be used to reference what could have happened, but it could only narrow it down to one thing.