Trace gulped. He could feel the drain on his magic growing, and they hadn't yet reached the dreamer.
The grotesque, terrifying dreamer.
Trace dove deeper through the unappealing crowds, dodging monsters and subtly pushing things out of the way. The dreamer was almost always near the center of the dream…
But with a dream so large as this one, in a mind so elaborate and labyrinthine, finding the center was a challenge.
One he wasn't sure he could conquer.
"Hold on," He told Anaisa and Ben, pulling them along. The two, thankfully, were adept thus far at keeping pace with him, and he needed relatively little attention to anchor them here.
He didn't want to lose either of them.
Carefully, almost surgically, he pulled apart the scene that stood in their way. The dream wavered in protest, and Trace paused his magical interference but not his pace.
The trio were at nearly a dead run now.
