Merciless realized his time here was up when he felt the familiar tug of reality pull him back from the depths of his inner world. He had just cultivated a vast, altered landscape—a chaotic region imbued with the essence of stolen dreams—but further progress would have to wait.
With one last look at the towering Celestial tree, now more beautiful than ever, and the newly formed regions, he allowed himself a moment of satisfaction. Each fragment he had ingested was a step forward in his quest for more power, and while it was only a small step, it was still progress nonetheless.
"Mmm, not a bad hall at all; this was a much-needed step forward. Silk, you did well in this case; just don't push yourself too hard."
Merciless spoke to Silk as he rose from his laying position and began walking forward. His mind searched and threaded around the new addition to his inner world one last time before departing for the world of the waking.
