She stared at the clear blue sky, with nary a sound save for the chirping of the birds and the merry bubbling of a brook nearby.

Juno Aulia stretched out her arms, marveling at the smooth seamless muscles she now owned, and the lack of gut wrenching, puke inducing, stomach pains caused by an allergy to metal slugs punching though her stomach. Without the dream, she would have thought she was already dead. With it, she now thinks she was already dead, but in a strange sort of afterlife.

Standing up, she sought the brook, and washed her face in it.

Sighing, she sat on a rock and pondered her situation. Juno, who was once a mere average looking Italian woman standing at 160 something cm was now standing at 2m, was now impressively decked with muscles, and a large bust to match. Thankfully the shackles on her wrists and ankles doesn't seem to weight much, or at all, despite looking like they were made from cast iron. Quite an odd dream to have, regardless of whether she was dead or not.
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"Speaking of dreams...."[/color] She reached up to her forehead, rubbing the horn growing out of her head in curiosity. Well,even if this was a dream, it doesn't change the fact someone asked for her help. For as long as she stays in this world, she will lend them her power.

That was, if she knew where to go. Where was a bloody road when you need one? Scratching her head in confusion, Juno simply picked a random direction and started walking.