His nightmares made the ones about the Kyuubi pale in comparison, dreams of mad power, flickering through him, burning everything only to rebuilt it for the sole purpose of burning it again. Just what the Marilith would do if she had her way. Others were far more specific, or him committing atrocities best left unknown upon whoever he wanted, breaking his allies and enemies alike simply for amusement, before negligently killing them. Others, nightmares of failures, of waking up only to find everyone had been raped and skinned in his domain, of having to become one of the gods that mildly watched their followers die when a simple thought could have saved them. He was barely aware of the others trying to contact him, and of Avi and Vorela suddenly feeling much closer, right after his arm was removed, though he did not allow himself to awaken, it had been barely an hour since he had passed out.<br/><br/>He woke up, and his internal clock informed him that he had been out for nearly a day, and only the fact that he had unconsciously recharged himself had allowed for that fast of an awakening. He glanced at his stump of a shoulder, and unwound the bandage, tossing it onto the bed, before rewriting reality, reforming the arm. Only after he was sure he as one hundred percent again did he look around.