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But this nightmare was unlike any before.
After hearing the lead-in, Annan didn't immediately wake up, nor could he hear anything.
It was as if a ghost was pressing down on him... his consciousness slowly regained clarity, but he could not open his eyes or move his body.
It seemed as though a great fire was burning around him.
The crackling sounds of wood burning sporadically reached him, smoke shrouding the area. Annan could smell the odor of charring... and it wasn't just the scent of burnt wood.
Annan faintly felt someone breathing heavily, standing by his bed amidst the flames.
Just then, amidst the smoky haze, Annan managed to barely pry his eyes open a sliver.
His eyes were filled with tears, and through the blur, he saw a skinny figure raising an axe held with both hands high above him—
The next moment, Annan suddenly woke up.
He was basked in a very lively sunlight.
Like a solar panel charging, Annan quickly recovered his vitality under the sunshine.
