After Malleus’s Overblot, the whole world watched Diasomnia carefully. Silver thought things would finally get better— he had been officially recognized as Lilia’s son, welcomed beside Sebek and Malleus, and their life finally felt stable again.

But the stability didn’t last.

Silver began having vivid, prophetic dreams—far too real to ignore. In them he stood in a ruined Briar Valley, wearing broken armor and covered in blood. At his feet lay Malleus, eyes open and lifeless. When he looked around, the nightmare shifted: NRC, all its students, Lilia, Sebek… everyone dead beneath pools of Overblot ink forming a monstrous shape.

He woke each time shaken, insisting it was “just a dream.” But as Malleus weakened and Lilia struggled to keep him stable, Silver’s fear grew unbearable. His vision blurred between dream and reality; he felt exhausted even while awake.

Unable to burden his family, he turned to the only person outside Diasomnia he truly trusted— Idia Shroud.

Silver confessed everything. Idia listened and immediately offered to help him

With dream monitors, magic sensors, and late-night company, Idia watched Silver closely. But Silver kept one thing hidden: the nightmares were getting worse. He began seeing the dream even while awake— shadows, ink, voices calling to him.

One night, in Ignihyde, Silver collapsed under a massive surge of chaotic magic. Idia grabbed his arm, panicked. But he could do nothing to wake him up.

Silver’s mind snapped between worlds— between guilt, terror, and the desperate need to protect everyone. The devices overloaded. The room shook.

And Silver Overblotted.

A knight-shaped figure of black ink, his voice echoing from both dream and reality.

He reached toward Idia with trembling hands:

“But if I know you, I know what I must do… I’ll shield you at once, I promised you once upon a dream .”