Though Xander was furious with the Gremkins, he was a lot more disappointed in himself. Despite being an experienced Dreamwalker, he had fallen for their tricks.
The Chronica was the most important relic for Xander since it was the only item that could guide him in the right direction. Without his pocket watch, he would be left to wander aimlessly in the Dreamscape.
"Return my Chronica, and I just might spare your lives," Xander's voice boomed across the field.
"We are not scared of you," Kora said, laughing at his threat.
"He's right. We are not afraid of your kind. Mum will add you to her collection soon," Bora chuckled.
Xander was about to hurl abuses at the Gremkins when the wind picked up speed, forcing him to shade his eyes with the back of his palm. The slender stalks of wheat stirred and shifted, their grainy tips swaying from side to side.
