A Lucid Dream, a Loose Lip

 "You have to go!" a familiar, booming voice roared, filled with a desperate urgency.

Eirin's body turned behind her, and there, amidst the apocalyptic landscape, she saw the familiar, gentle giant. It was Girak, his colossal body covered with fresh black burn marks and fissures from the relentless fire surrounding them.

Eirin couldn't understand the context, the meaning of this vivid nightmare, but the giant reached out and pulled her small, dream-body hand, which appeared to be glowing with an intense red color. He then carefully carried her, covering her with his huge, boulder-like body, shielding her from the inferno.