The Dreamscape began to shift again, its ethereal forms coalescing into something more defined. Alaric stood still, his mind processing the surge of power coursing through him. He felt alive—more alive than he had ever been. His father's presence still lingered, a guiding force just out of reach.
The half-formed figure in front of him spoke once more, its voice steady, yet filled with an underlying intensity.
"You've only just begun, Alaric. The power that flows through you is vast, but it is still not fully awakened. Until you do, we cannot truly see each other—face to face, as father and son."
Alaric took a deep breath, focusing on the words. His body felt stronger, and his senses were sharper than before. But he could also sense the unfinished nature of his bloodline. There was more, a deeper reservoir of power waiting to be tapped, but it lay dormant still. He looked at the figure, his father, who was half-shadow, half-light, not quite whole.
