"So at least someone has an idea," spoke a voice, and the demon girl stood behind the man. This dream was strange to her, she had to admit, but at the same time she really didn't care either. She was a demon, and that meant she could do nothing but be practical when it came to this: besides, hadn't she and the others released enough people anyway? The tentacles she held at bay with her own power, which she was annoyed to use in the first place: she had to preserve her strength.

"It ISN'T real," Alessa said. "If it were, we might all be in a bit of trouble. Now come on: there's still much we have to do about the Nightmare King."