Kabru stands on the water, thanks to the water-walk spell, but he can't move an inch. His body feels frozen in place. He watches Mithrun teleport on the top of the tower that emerged from the water, to attack the Dungeon Lord, Marcille. Kabru remembers what's going to happen, he tries to scream for the elf to get back, but nothing comes out of his mouth. He helplessly watches Marcille, under the influence of the demon, explode Mithrun's head with a spell. The elf's lifeless body falls down from the tower and splashes the water, making it red...

With that splash, Kabru wakes up, panting. He's in his bedroom, everything is fine, the demon is already defeated and Mithrun was revived long time ago. It was just a scary dream about the past events.

He looks to the side, seeing Mithrun sleeping peacefully, his soft silver hair covers parts of his face and Kabru gently brushes it aside, smiling at the elf's beauty and feeling glad to see that he's safe.