[Sweet dreams,] Dross whispered, tapping his forehead. [By which I mean I have ensured that you will dream about delicious desserts. You’re welcome.] In his last, fading thoughts before he passed out, Ziel activated the Array for what he estimated would be three days. The world outside slowed as he, the table he was strapped to, and the tank of mind-constructs at his feet were all pushed forward three days. He did, indeed, dream of cake.
