Gregory and Arwen were locked in a silent standoff, each prepared to react the moment the other made a move.
"So you think you have me beat now just because you brought me in here?" Arwen questioned with a mocking smile dancing at the corners of her lips.
Gregory calmly replied. "No, but here, I have an advantage and I intend to use it."
In response to his words, DreamWorld reacted with its fog receding to reveal a pristine white city, seemingly devoid of any form of impurity.
Arwen looked about, intrigued by the sight. "A Dreamscape."
"Do not force my hand, foul entity, let my daughter go, now!"
Arwen chuckled. "Unfortunately, I can't do that. You see, Arwen is too important to let go of. She is fated with death and only she can handle the weight of what is to come."
"I don't care about any of that. However, I won't sit back and let you replace her existence so again I say, leave her body."
"No."
