The dreams were repeating themselves without me even realizing it. 

* * *

“My friend. Your face is so blank. You look stupid.”

I was startled to attention at the face that suddenly popped up in front of my eyes. “What the heck?! Hey, don’t surprise me like that.”

“Your face is funny.”

“Hey. I could say the same about you.”

“No, you can’t.”

“You!” I was about to refute what he said when I stepped back in hesitation. This guy was naively nice to me, but he was too physically imposing. He was easily three meters tall with muscles that could crush Yvlke with one hit. Moreover, his scary face added to his unapproachable aura. 

Valdebich called himself a descendant of the extinct Giants. He was a half-Giant or something. He joked that his Giant genes were so weak that he was neither a human nor a Giant. People would scoff if they heard the joke, maybe even say that it wasn’t funny, but…

I had already been in the world of the Tower for a while, and I knew how impossible this place was. Valdebich was telling the truth. It was an extreme coincidence that we met. The task of Section A was to clear a path through the attacks...