The air in the mansion was thick with an uneasy stillness. It had been two days since Alaric had entered the Dreamscape, attempting to awaken the full potential of his father's bloodline. But the process was not as simple as he had hoped.
In the Dreamscape, Alaric gritted his teeth, his body trembling under the immense pressure building within him. The surge of power was unlike anything he had ever experienced—it felt like his mind was being torn apart, while his muscles strained under an invisible force. Sweat dripped down his face, his breaths coming in ragged gasps.
"I can't… fail," he muttered through clenched teeth. His entire body felt like it was on fire, every cell screaming in agony as the power within him surged and ebbed, refusing to settle.
