The stars twinkled faintly in the night sky over the Ursa Minor Guild Hall, casting a serene glow across the courtyard. The atmosphere was calm, but there was a growing sense of unease that Blakely couldn't shake. She had spent the evening poring over ancient texts in the guild's library, trying to unravel the mysteries of the dream world's connection to the Yggdrasil, but the more she read, the more questions she uncovered.
Blakely sat by the window in her room, gazing out at the peaceful night. Her mind, however, was anything but peaceful. The dream world, once a place of comfort and rest, now felt fragile. The corruption they had faced earlier had shaken her to her core, and the echoes of its presence still lingered in her thoughts.
"Something's out there," Blakely murmured to herself, her fingers idly tracing the patterns of the wooden windowsill. "Something that isn't Miasma, but just as dangerous."
