REINCARNATION OF THE IMMORTAL KING

As Vlad's dream unfolded, it seemed like a tapestry woven from threads of memory and emotion, each unraveling a piece of his past yet leaving behind a tangled web of confusion and uncertainty.

In the dream, Vlad finds himself thrust into the life of James, a young man whose actions speak volumes about his character and courage. But for Vlad, the connection to James felt both familiar and alien, like a mirror reflecting a face he couldn't quite recognize.

The conversation between James and his mother was a snapshot frozen in time, a glimpse into a world that Vlad sensed he once belonged to. The warmth and affection exchanged between mother and son resonated deeply within him, stirring emotions he couldn't quite grasp. It was a fleeting moment of intimacy, a glimpse into a life that seemed both distant and achingly close.

But it was James's act of heroism that left the most profound impression on Vlad. The selfless decision to risk his own life to save a stranger spoke volumes about James's character, his innate sense of compassion and bravery. And yet, as Vlad witnessed this moment unfold, he couldn't shake the feeling of disconnection, of being an outsider looking in on someone else's life.

As the scene shifted and a crowd of concerned onlookers surrounded Vlad, their voices blending into a chaotic symphony of fear and urgency, he felt a profound sense of isolation. The gratitude towards James for his courageous deed only deepened Vlad's sense of estrangement, highlighting the gaping chasm between his life and the memories he couldn't quite grasp.@@novelbin@@

"Who am I?" Vlad's voice was barely a whisper amidst the tumult, lost amidst the clamor of voices and emotions swirling around him. "Why am I here?"

But the dream offered no answers, no solace to ease Vlad's restless mind. Instead, it left him with a haunting longing, a yearning to unravel the mystery of his existence, to piece together the fragments of memory scattered like shards of glass across the landscape of his subconscious.

As Vlad drifted back into the realm of unconsciousness, he carried with him the weight of unanswered questions, the echoes of a past shrouded in darkness and uncertainty. But somewhere, deep within the recesses of his soul, he knew that the truth was waiting to be discovered, patiently biding its time until the moment was right. It has been a while since I had the dream again. Your Highness, it's time to wake up. I heard a voice call out to me while I was still sleeping.