Chapter 429: CH 415: DEATH

When Boris came back to himself, finally getting out of the dream-like illusion that his enemy had put him under, he found himself tied down to a chair inside his own living room. Surrounding him from all sides were his soldiers, all lying down and either snoring or scratching themselves in their sleep. There were even instances of some soldiers who were laughing out loud as if they were having the best time of their lives in the valley of their dreams.

In the corner of the room, he could also see a young African-American man and a Latino girl in her teens who were lying down peacefully on the sofa of his living room. Their dreams were clearly something they enjoyed greatly and were thus happy to relive.

In this place, only two people were awake.

He himself and… 

"So you are the one who attacked us, I presume…"