Xaloc stared into space, the whole area was suffocating in the silence.
"Hey! If you don't want to have a conversation, you should not pull me in here." Ozias said as he tried and failed again to climb a thorny tree in Xaloc's dreamscape.
"Ouch!" He cried out as one of the thorns scratched his face. He waited for the wound to heal but it didn't.
He rolled his eyes and stalked towards Xaloc. "I don't care what is bothering you. You can brood all you want. I am injured, heal me." It was Xaloc's dream after all and all the control belonged to him.
Ozias touched the bleeding scratch that throbbed with pain with a smile. It was not real and yet the pain seemed so real. His eyes narrowed, if he had the option, he would prefer Xaloc's power.
He could do so much with the power. He rubbed his brow.
