Igula found that in dreams, as long as one's imagination was rich and delicate enough, even without the assistance of a "real" person, one could create an illusion that could interact normally with them.
Thus, he conjured an illusion of cattle and horses and traveled with them through various dangerous and mystical ruins. If there was trouble, the cattle and horses would die; if not, they would work. These past few days had been delightfully fun.
As for the romantic task arranged by Hanna, he planned to just muddle through it and explain to the young lady when the next ranking list came out, "Sorry, I can't distinguish between my love and killing intent, I tend to kill the other when I fall in love."
After ending tonight's dream journey, Igula crawled out from under the bed, just about to take a bath to soothe his nerves, when his heart suddenly beat violently.
"The first heartbeat is the last warning."
