The thunder rumbled again and I flinched, but this time it seemed muffled, less jarring. Something warm and slightly rough was covering my ears, blocking out the harsh roar. A comforting scent of pine enveloped me, making me feel soothing and safe.

Ah, right. I dreamed about the Star Ocean’s invasion two years ago—the cabin, Matthew, that scumbag Witto, and the stormy night… It all felt like it belonged to another lifetime.

Half-awake, I nuzzled into the source ...