Ifrit had floated closer, his small salamander form glancing up at her, his eyes flickering with concern. "You alright, Amberine? It's just a dream," he said, his voice carrying a softness that was a rare contrast to his usual sarcastic jabs.
Amberine forced herself to nod, swallowing hard as she rubbed her eyes. "Yeah, yeah, I know," she whispered, her voice shaky. "It was just so… real. I could feel him. I could hear him, Ifrit. That cloaked guy from the Devil Coffin. It's like he's still chasing me."