Alaric sank into his bed, the weight of the day settling on him as he prepared for rest. The mock battle with Gilbert had been a revelation, showcasing the full extent of his power. But as he lay there, he couldn't shake the memory of his mother's words, a promise she had made about the powers he would inherit.
His mind drifted back to that moment when his real mother had spoken of the dreamscape—a realm where his powers could truly manifest and grow. She had said that within this dreamscape, he would have the chance to explore and develop his abilities further, connecting with the essence of his father's bloodline in ways that the waking world couldn't offer.
