CHAPTER FIVE
Bolt suddenly awoke with a start. He sat up, panting and breathing hard, sweat running down his forehead. He felt like he had just woke up from a terrible nightmare, though he wasn’t sure what it was about. He had a brief mental image of the Dread God rampaging through New York City, felling entire buildings with one blow and slaughtering thousands of innocent people as easily as a human stepped on a bug. He also thought he saw the Young Neos—led by his girlfriend, Blizzard—leading the charge against the Dread God, only to get killed in the most brutal ways imaginable.
Already, however, the images from his nightmare were slipping through his fingers like sand, leaving him with nothing but an unsettled feeling that he couldn’t explain in words.
It must be my subconscious at
