In the Dreamscape, the pressure that had been crushing Alaric's body and mind for what felt like years suddenly lifted. His knees stopped trembling, and his breaths came more easily. The overwhelming heat coursing through his veins transformed into a steady, controlled power.
As Alaric stood, the emptiness of the Dreamscape around him began to ripple, and a figure materialized once again—this time clearer and more solid than before. Alaric's eyes widened as he looked up, fully seeing the figure of his father for the first time.
The tall, muscular man stood with an aura of authority that radiated like a storm waiting to break. His dark hair fell in waves down his back, and his sharp, commanding gaze met Alaric's eyes with pride. His presence was both intimidating and comforting, the weight of it unmistakable.
"You've done it, Alaric," his father spoke, his deep voice resonating in the air around them. "You've finally awakened the bloodline."
