Zeke was still getting his bearings when he heard Pure King talk about changing the world. Zeke had never lucid dreamt before, never been in control of the Jet Bishop that invaded his mind every night. Tonight was different from every night before. With this control Zeke had come to a sense of reality. A war raged in his mind, because on one hand the things he had seen in his dreams were impossible. Inhuman. But on the other hand, he felt real in this moment. He felt just as real as the man who went to work lugging boxes. It was undeniable.

"He has spent plenty of time sewing seeds. It is time to reap" Pure King continued, small hand movements emphasizing his words and sending ripples through his sterling white suit. "It is time to shove the truth down the gullets of the ignorant masses. They deserve to know ''. As Pure said this, a wave of nodding traveled around the room. This seemed like a statement everyone there could agree with wholeheartedly. Zeke did not move his head. Something in his instincts told him that he should rarely show reactions. 

Zeke took a look at his surroundings. Other than the table, the area they were in was mostly bare. It was a hollowed out cave, big enough for the long oak table and eight seats with plenty of room to spare. There were no obvious entrances to this place. Zeke knew that at the start of his dream every night, Jet Bishop appeared where he pleased as gaseous shadow compressed into a human figure. How the other seven had made it down here, Zeke had no idea. 

Amber Chariot, the elderly gentleman, raised his gaze just below Pure's eyeline. "O-obviously I agree," he stammered "but I just don't know how we can introduce it safely. I mean even experienced Users can Burn Out if they aren't careful. What will the ordinary person do? How many will die?"

"Amber, you are completely right. There will be drawbacks. But there are always drawbacks when advancements come, right?" Pure asked, rhetorically. A more solemn wave of nods traveled between the Leaders. "This is our birthright. Whoever loses control has obviously lost some part of what it means to truly be human. The losses will be sad. But the longer we wait the further we move away from ourselves".

Now that Pure had soothed their worries, he began to lay out his plan to the seven Leaders. Most of the things he said did not make any sense to Zeke. Nonsense words like "Glencia Gate", "Shepherds Watch" and "The Dread King". Zeke did pick up a few ideas from context clues, however. The plan to "show the truth" to people involved a process called Uniting, something that would fundamentally change the world. It was to happen on the eclipse in three months. This confused Zeke, who knew that there was no eclipse in three months, but it was hardly stranger than many other things that had happened this night so he shrugged it off. 

A few of the Leaders were given specific jobs. Crimson's was to "keep hunting", Azure's was to "fine tune the ritual", and Indigo's was to "keep recruiting". The rest of them were told to stay vigilant, and with that Pure delivered his ending remarks. "Do not slow. Do not falter. I love you all" he said, looking softly into the eyes of each and every one of the Leaders. "But I will end you if you back out now. It's far too late to take anything back". Zeke felt a chill run down his obsidian back. With that warning, Pure waved his hand and dismissed them. Zeke's humanoid form dissipated and he woke up in his bed, a tiny bit of sweat beading down his face.

After waking up, Zeke could definitely confirm the feeling he had in the "dream". Whatever that was, it was real. It was happening in the same world that Zeke ate and slept in. He didn't know how it was happening, but Zeke knew that he couldn't think of them as dreams anymore. They were Summits.

Now with more perspective on his dreams, Zeke thought back on them. They had started about a year ago. Most nights, about five out of every seven, Zeke would dream of Jet Bishop. One of those five dreams would be a meeting, like the one in the mausoleum or a the table. The other four would be rather monotonous- visiting houses, combing through files, following someone. Dr Nyugen had said this was because he had an "unending curiosity about the world"- that Jet Bishop was a detective, solving mysteries in his sleep to satiate Zeke's curiosity, curiosity that was not fulfilled by his predictable days. Zeke never felt like detective was exactly the right word for it. 

Zeke failed to gain any further knowledge by thinking about the past dreams. He had heard conversations like the ones he heard last night, talks of Uniting and the ignorant masses. None of them explained much to him though. It was always assumed that he understood, never explained to Jet Bishop like he had no idea what was going on. Zeke would have appreciated an explanation like that.